Belle had sat down on one of the stairs, her head leaning against the wall along with one side of her body. Staring at the walls and the other objects in silence. She loved her parents, having no sibling or relative or friend to share with, the only people she had come to share was the people who lived in this mansion.
"Has this ever happened before?" Belle asked softly to Barron who had been busy looking at his body for the past twenty minutes. One could tell that Barron was obsessed with how he looked. Half of the time he was stuck in front of the windows or mirrors to look at himself, Belle wondered what kind of Grim was obsessed with being clean and perfect.
