The exterior by itself was such a stark contrast to the general decreptitude over the village below. Dark and majestic, it could’ve been setting the scene to any gothic horror film, and while Anne didn’t pack any flowing robes that would fit in the best, a bespoke suit would do too.
Thankfully, dealing with extravagant billionaires - the lady of the castle must be, without doubt, the maintenance must be insane - was something she was used to and it could prove itself easier than trying to get something out of the villagers, and even if it was but information about the owner of the castle. Which was... almost nothing. At least nothing they were willing to share.
Still, Anne knew she could count herself lucky as she was let in, as opening the door to the castle solely on the account of her being a stranger. The servant girl looked pale and quiet, head lowered, and only spoke in the quickest, most abrupt sentences. Would it be arrogant to assume that it was because of her? After all, it was not every day strangers came to visit, and especially not those, who seemed to be so chipper and eager to talk. The girl kept quiet for most, and it couldn’t solely be her bad Romanian. Knowing people as her job, Anne knew something was wrong about her. And with this whole situation.
Quick steps that only let her scan the rooms they traversed for moments, not enough time to notice the details, but good enough to make quick notes of the path and possible exits. It wasn’t, despite the general feeling of unease ever since she had set foot into this village, solely because she expected something to happen, but something to put her mind at ease. Always have an escape plan.
“The Mistress will be with your sho-,” The girl lifted her head, and turned even more pale than she already was, staring at the landing above. It felt like Anne heard... a humming?
“Excuse me, I must return to my duties.” ALmost stumbling oer her words as she stumbled outside, Anne followed her figure for a moment, before tearing herself away to scan the magnificent parlour and- there it was again. What the hell?