The sad Boy

Previously

…But the alternative, staying here, being owned, was even more terrifying. He gripped the small key under his pillow, its edges digging into his palm. It was a promise. A promise of escape. A promise of a chance. And in the suffocating darkness of his room, in the echoing silence of the grand, cold house, Leo held onto that promise with all his might. He would not be taken. He would not be kept. Tomorrow, he would try again. And this time, he would be ready. The whispers in the walls were no longer just the sounds of an old house; they were the echoes of his own fear, and the growing roar of his determination. He would escape. He had to.