It was late morning when Nikia jogged up the steps that led to the main entrance of the St. Anges church. Sleep still seemed to cling to small parts of her. Her eyes, her posture, and the sleepy face she made when she yawned. Once she reached the top of the steps, she quickly stepped forward, and opened the door to let herself in. It took a moment, before the nagging feeling that something was wrong crept onto her face. She frowned, and shook her head, wishing to get rid of said feeling. It did nothing to help.
Several mutters followed her as she moved down the hallway. Maybe she should have slept in a little bit longer... It would probably improve her mood. After making her way through several halls, she made it to the kitchen. The door was nudged open, and she slipped inside, and stopped. Something was off. There was hardly anything cooking. Undelivered food was still piled up on one of the counters. The nagging feeling that she had when she first arrived? It was getting stronger. Amber green eyes searched the Kitchen quietly.
"Marlena?" she called out softly, frown returning.
Several mutters followed her as she moved down the hallway. Maybe she should have slept in a little bit longer... It would probably improve her mood. After making her way through several halls, she made it to the kitchen. The door was nudged open, and she slipped inside, and stopped. Something was off. There was hardly anything cooking. Undelivered food was still piled up on one of the counters. The nagging feeling that she had when she first arrived? It was getting stronger. Amber green eyes searched the Kitchen quietly.
"Marlena?" she called out softly, frown returning.