Still Trapped

I stand at the window, watching another failed challenger leave the mansion.
I breathe out slowly, my hands clenching on the sill. 
Another failure. I had had such high hopes this time.
Hopes that this time, this challenger would finally figure out the riddle that had held me trapped on this property for the past ten years. 
But again, I am left disappointed. 
My hope dimmer. 
Could it be, I wondered as I turned away to head back into the darkness that I'd called home, that this riddle was not meant to be solved? That it was my Lord's last joke on me. To keep me trapped here in this place I hated? 
At this point it wouldn't surprise me.
Though I had hoped he would have had some compassion on me as he laid dying. 
Perhaps my hope was nothing.
Perhaps.
I exhale. 
Maybe the next challenger will succeed.
Maybe.

-Inspiration from watching an episode of Detective Conan