Music Recommendation: Following the Target- John Powell
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Another hour had passed, when Eve finally looked at the wall clock in the room. More than an hour had passed, and it was only a matter of time before the dead body would start to stink.
The room didn't have any big cupboards to hide the dead body until Vincent returned. To clean the blood, the only fabric available were the curtains, her clothes, and the scarf tied around her lunch box.
The sun had set, bringing darkness into the sky.
On the same floor where Eve was, Marceline stepped into one of the galleries. She stood there drinking her third glass of blood tea when she noticed the earlier carriage still next to their mansion.
Marceline raised her chin, wondering whom it belonged to. It was odd to park the carriage next to their house when no guest was visiting them. Stepping away from the gallery, she walked through the corridors and down the stairs.
