Ivy's car halted in front of the Anderson mansion. It was the early hours of the morning, and Ivy decided to seize this opportunity to get answers.

She slammed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and stepped into the mansion. She didn't bother to knock before entering.

A sliver of light spilled out from the lounge, the air thick with the smell of stale liquor.

"Albert!" Ivy yelled, scanning the whole place. "Albert, where are you?"

Footsteps sounded, and Henry appeared coming down the stairs, draped in a robe and his hair a bit messy.

"It's too early to yell," he said, but as his eyes landed on...