White
The house was beautiful really, no one could dispute the careful planning and decoration that lined the house both inside and out.
Snow white hair was pinned carefully to the side as a girl with an equally snowy complexion gently fixed her appearance in the mirror with a strict eye. Equally careful not to let her eyes linger too long on the scar her face bore.
The halls as polished and beautiful as the rooms. Each item placed carefully for display, the portraits on the wall the only sign of people once come and gone.
A melody hummed from the girl's lips as she resisted the urge to pat and fix her already impeccable outfit. The melancholic humming interrupted by a series of sharp knocks on her door and her father letting himself in. "Tonight is an important one," the stern man spoke in the matter of fact way of his, "we must show that these recent terror attacks have not shaken us."
Some rooms holding a light covering of dust, prepped only for when guests would arrive to be entertained. No room more so than the auditorium with its high stage and gilded walls.
"Our partners are getting antsy, we must reassure them that we have enough Dust in stock to keep them and their military satisfied." The pale girl skillfully hid her flinch as her father gruffly put a hand on her shoulder. A token meant for reassurance serving more as a remider of the weight currently resting on her shoulders.
"Yes father, do you know if Winter will be in attendance?" She was careful to make her voice demure and not look him in the eye.
One room in particular seemed almost untouched, defying all expectations of an average teenager's room. A picture of a proud family resting on the nightstand. Together, whole.
An unsatisfied grunt, the girl knew she had missteped. "You need to focus, Weiss! Focus your thoughts on tonight's recital. Do not let your sister's gallivanting allure you away from your priorities!" Blue eyes narrowed as the girl-Weiss resisted to clench her fist.
It was often that the only sign of life in both the hallway leading to this room and the room itself was a quiet humming, hardly noticeable to anyone with heavier things on their mind than listening to strange melodies. Heavier things than a girl humming as she looked at a window too high and unreachable to look out of.
"Yes father."