Franca blended into the shadows and moved silently through the shadows, her eyes fixed on the crimson-lit corridor.
She even began to suspect that Ciel had failed to find her and had enlisted the help of Madam Magician to teleport Gardner Martin away. How else could he have vanished without her noticing?
The third floor of the grayish-white villa remained still. Franca listened closely, feeling like she was the only one left in the building. The butler, valet, maid, gardener, and chef seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
She cautiously approached the valet's room, extending her right palm and silently turning the handle.
Through her Dark Vision, Franca spotted two people lying on the bed, wrapped in each other's embrace and covered by a thin blanket.
Almost simultaneously, Franca's pupils dilated.
The two of them were headless, their necks nestled against each other, their wounds stained with blood.
