As I walked into the living room, I saw Emil in the mini library, over composing and his face worried. Whoa? Can't, he doesn't know the word worry, so how can he worry? I stared into his eyes for a moment, his eyes were like an ocean the deepest ocean you can imagine, very blue and unconcerned, but not this time, his eyes were very tired and focused on a thing.

He seemed to be talking to someone but I didn't see him. He may be speaking alone. Maybe Emil will confess to everyone that he is a crazy creature who will surely end up in a mental hospital. I...