The afternoon in the mansion is extremely quiet, and Aarna feels that silence more than anyone. She is sitting in the living room with her legs folded and her chin resting on her palm, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. The entire place feels heavy with boredom

Servants are doing their work silently, the sound of utensils coming occasionally from the kitchen, but nothing seems entertaining to her. She flips through a magazine lying on the table, but her eyes don’t focus on the pages