The house of Sophia Catalan had always been luxurious. Painted in the cream colored paint, they always appeared homely, at least under the bright light of sun. Now that it was cloudy where the sky was a gloomy grey color, the house appeared much eerier than usual. Sophia herself had a face of a doll and standing in front of her house, she was like a porcelain doll standing outside her well decorated doll house.
To put it frankly, everything in the house felt so grim and out of place— too perfect and spotless.
Wednesday was the one who had noted this in his mind. The gardener doesn't usually put too much thought as he looked to others. This was because Magnus always told him how thinking isn't his strongest suit. What he could do was just go by his guts and use his strength to protect.
He agreed with his master, after all he hated the idea of killing.
But he doesn't hate the idea of killing to protect.
