The sound was faint at first, easily dismissed as something merely imagined. After all, even in this place, why would there be a child weeping as though it had lost everything most dear?

A wisp of breeze curled past Sam in the doorway, bringing a momentary chill into the small closet before it dissipated again. It was almost as though someone had opened a door to winter air, allowing in a draft - though there had been no sound of movement nearby.

[tiassa - o hai gaiz ♥]