Quiet bird chirping disturbed the otherwise oppressively silent atmosphere of this house. She wasn’t even completely sure that the bird chirping wasn’t her imagination, the garden was decaying and living things seemed to shun it. Inheriting the mansion seemed like a fine idea, until arriving to the hulking behemoth a week ago. Even the weather supported the idea of gloom, the sun never quite making it out of the clouds, night being nothing but dark sky without the lights of a city to reflect of the ever-present marine layer. And a thick humidity seemed to encumber movements and lead to the complete stillness about.
Even contemplating all that, she felt a small grin begin on her face. This place was going to change, and change to her will, whether it liked it or not.