The 'click' of the guns' cylinder echoed, the boy's heartbeat followed like a chorus, each sound overstated in the small space of the shack.

Droplets of perspiration adorned the boys' temple as he squirmed clearly disturbed with the blood stained clothes. His eyes darted around the room hoping to locate an escape route.

I chuckled heartily unbeknown to me, the imminent danger that was this boy. The game of Russian roulette began.

Narrator:

There were rumors about a certain man who worked as a butler in a particular Manor, he had features that rivaled gods, and elegance of an angel. It was rumored that whoever laid eyes on him, be male or female, fell in love at first sight. That butlers' name was none other than Razael.

Then there were rumors about a young master who owned a particular Manor, he had features of a delicate female, eyes of an imp, a sharp tongue, and a cold heart. It was rumored that whoever went against him was killed in cold blood on the spot. That young master's name was none other than Adoel.

Those were the two given the name Cramoisi Baigné and they ran the Val'gis Manor.

However, rumors were just that, rumors.

'But young master Adoel was a mere 16 years of age, he was but a child!, a spoilt one at that!. The one said to have murdered in cold blood still needed a butler to cater to his every need!'.

This is what everyone outside the walls of the Val'gis Manor said.

'He is quite a queer one that lad!, however, a child he still is!.'

This was how everyone inside the walls of Val'gis Manor thought. Everyone but the butler that is.