August parked the car in front of a mansion, covered in greenery. A fountain in the middle of the driveway and well-trimmed hedges running all along the way to the stairs.
A house from some kind of a drama of rich people where there is a basement with torture cells and soul screaming. That's definitely what he thinks. Probably.
"Here we go." August walked right up those stairs, knocking on the wooden door. Soon a man in his fifties opened the door. His calm face shook up with delight.
"Hello Jacob." August greeted the old butler who was still in shock.
"Master!" He exclaimed, making enough space for August to enter. The old butler was still shocked to accept August came over there but he tried to act calm and composed.
"Is my sister at home?" August went straight to the point. It was better for him to leave before he met his step dad and another fight broke out between them.
"Oh!...yes! She is in her studies." Jacob explains finally getting a grasp that it was real.
