Night had fallen on the Wailing House and it was time everyone went to bed. The servants and slaves were given a reprieve as they all headed back to their rooms, tiny rooms where many bodies were crammed into. While in the dark it was hot and full of noise, it at least brought people comfort, as they wouldn't be tortured while in these rooms. However, they could still be called away against their will and no one can fight against that. But such was life and they could only hope that morning would never come.

It was here that Laisha was staying for the night, her master having called her to the Wailing House for a moment before doing goodness knows what. And she had been told to stay the night, in this house of suffering. She was not happy. "Why must it be like this?" she lamented quietly to herself as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of the room. She could hear coughing and people whispering to one another, all of them having known each other for some time after staying in the room with their many roommates for so long. She felt out of place, but then again she had been given some freedom when she was out collecting contracts, so she was just unused to this situation. In any case, she was stuck here for the night, with many poor souls damned to a life of suffering.

She let out a sigh as she listened to everything going on around her. She wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but the Wailing House, she hated it so much. At least the dolls were nice, but even then, she didn't want to be here. She knew that if her thoughts kept on running, she would end up crying for herself, something she didn't want. She didn't mind crying for others, but for herself? No. Letting out another sigh, she got up and began to shuffle over to a different spot. "Excuse me," she said quietly as she looked at another person, "Would it be alright if I be here?"