Nana was currently playing at the back side of the Tower with a small red ball.
The place was quiet at this hour. Tall stone walls encircled the garden, their surfaces softened by creeping vines and faint moss that thrived in the shade.
It had been over eight days since her brother and sister had left her here.
Nana understood their circumstances. At least, she understood as much as a child could. That was why she did not cry before others anymore. She did not want her sister to hear complaints about Nana. She did not want anyone to think she was being troublesome.
So instead, she focused on the things before her.
