He was a special man, a God-fearing man. Or so they said.

Her world was Black. Devoid of light or life. Mere existence.

The midday sun was shining weakly through the sad and droopy stained drapes, thick enough to make the room appear as if in the light of dusk. She used to wonder how they had become stained. She used to wonder a lot of things. Now, she mostly wondered how she would keep living.