"…"Would you shut your mouth for a damn minute? Some of us are trying to focus here, you know."
"…?!" Robin's mind was struck like a thunderbolt. His eyes, which had been locked onto the wall with unwavering intensity, slowly, almost reluctantly, began to drift away from it. He turned his head gradually, a sense of unease crawling over him.
The room remained shrouded in darkness. The only source of illumination was a solitary candle, its faint flame casting just enough light to form vague, dancing shadows that clung to the edges of furniture and walls.
When Robin had first entered the room, his brain had instinctively registered it as empty—devoid of any presence. He had glimpsed, out of the corner of his eye, a few obscure shapes that could've been tables or chairs, but they hadn't seemed important. His focus had gone immediately to the walls, searching eagerly for the targets he believed were hidden there.
But now, things felt different. Now, he looked more carefully…
