Third Person's POV
Faith's eyes scanned the empty halls, her footsteps echoing off the marble floors as she trudged back to her room.
The weight of her failure hung heavy in her chest – she'd lost them all, thanks to Felix's reckless destruction. Her gaze drifted over the walls, and suddenly, something caught her attention.
A canvas, perhaps? She veered off course, her feet making soft clicking sounds on the floor.
As she drew closer, the soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated the piece. It was a painting, beautiful and haunting.
Faith's footsteps slowed, and she stood before it, transfixed.
The artwork seemed to draw her in, its colors and textures captivating her senses. For a moment, she forgot about her frustration and the chaos that had driven her to search the halls in the first place.
All that existed was the painting, and the strange sense of calm it brought her.
