Different voices were hovering in the mansion. So many voices that Heinrich couldn't differentiate their characters. What were these voices for? Mourning? Sorrow? He couldn't tell. Sitting amidst these voices on the Hoover Quarter's stairs, his mind felt hazy.
Suddenly, a soft hand lowered down on his shoulder. He raised his eyes to look at Teresia who had arrived to comfort him.
"You did well," Teresia told him before he could start regretting his actions.
Heinrich scoffed and curled his lips slightly. No one could tell if he was mourning or not. But it was always like this. Not a single tear from his eyes, and lightweight attitude. Maybe it was his way of coping.
"Teresia, you should let them out." Heinrich said, "Just advise them to stay inside their rooms as much as they can to avoid falling ill." He added.
