Victor's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet hallway as he made his way back to the main room. The events of the night weighed heavily on his mind - the confrontation with Darren, the storytelling session with the children, and most of all, his bittersweet encounter with Lisa. Each step seemed to carry the weight of his complex past and uncertain future.
As he entered the room where he had earlier told the children their bedtime story, Victor's eyes fell on the chair he had occupied. It stood there, a silent witness to the evening's events, bathed in the pale light of early dawn filtering through the windows.
