Claude Madrigal looked at the man that was starting to become like a father to them.
He and his younger sister, Nicole, where at this huge castle near the lake where he nearly died. He shuddered, remembering the cold sensation as the cold water started to seep into his clothes. How the lake or loch as they call it here was pulling him.
His thoughts were on his mommy and his sister. Even if the two of them were always fighting, he was sure that Nicole would dive in the water to save him. He was right, the irony was that both cannot swim.
Claude knew that he was done with his current call when he leaned back on his office chair and closed his eyes. Next was to massage the base of this neck and let out a loud sigh. The person his uncle must have talked to must have been stubborn.
Claude looked around the place where they are.
