Nighttime
The wind outside was cool and the atmosphere was submerged in a silence that seemed hard to break, too dark, too quiet, very melancholic... even so, it was to be expected; nobody had been living a good life since this whole epidemic began.
You were sitting there. A candle on the table, meditating... everything, you felt such a weight on your shoulders, you always want to be strong, but it's quite difficult to appear that way when... you see so many people dying every day, families completely destroyed...
Slowly you noticed how the medical student, that young man placed under your tutelage, was staring intently at one of the display cases in the living room. Charles seemed focused