DAMON

I have no idea why my feet led me to the mansion, but as I looked up and took in the grandness of the building, I recalled the circumstances that caused me to become a frequent visitor of the building.

Recalling my mother’s words after, anger overpowered the sorrow in my soul and I walked past the surprisingly open doors.

For some reason, the huge living room was empty. There were no guards in the room, the couches were missing and the artworks that usually brightened the room were nowhere to be seen.

Looking toward the stairs, my ears picked up some faint voices and once I traced them,...