Under the heavy rainstorm, some group of men walked towards a mansion. None held an umbrella, or any item which would help protect them from the rain.
Each one of them had a serious look on their faces and none smiled, neither was there a single trace of happiness in their dark and haunted eyes.
Before their hands could lift up to knock on the door, it swung open, revealing a figure who stood beside.
It was a man, the Butler of this house and he said not a single word to them neither did he address them. He also looked dangerous, yet young; about twenty-seven years old.
One of the men spoke up, "Where is he?"
The butler replied, "Follow me. And close the door behind me."
The last man to enter did as the Butler instructed. He carefully closed the door, knowing this Butler was way too dangerous to mess with.
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