First message
The rain is pouring outside. The old woman shuts the large wooden door behind me with a thud. The old lighting flickers. I wrap my arms around me. It is unnaturally cold in the castle entrance. Beyond a door, a fire is roaring. I take off my soaked rain gear and pull my luggage into the room with the fire place. It is empty, but I can’t help feeling like I’m being watched. Hello? I ask and nothing answers. I see a cup of hot tea and biscuits and fluffy blanket. I curl up near the fire.