The morning passed as same as the other two days, moving from noon to the evening where the sky started to turn dark and yet they had found nothing but was it really true? What if each of them had found their own clues who hadn't shared about it and had stayed quiet?
After a few hours, Vivian stood facing a wall as she chewed the inside of her cheek. She had tried reading the objects in the mansion with her bare hands but she had found nothing. And even if she did find there was something blocking her view. Therefore she now stood in front of one of the infamous portrait of the lord which had been brought out and hung on the wall after his death. It was the painting of the Lord who had a shocked expression on his face. Had he seen the ghost? There were so many questions but not one had been answered.
