He strides deeper into the manor with purpose, expression dark and severe.
As we pass a window I can see a storm rolling in again.
A few rooms deeper is a study. Books lay open and strewn about, shelves empty, ink spilled on the desk and across the carpet.
The concentration of blood here suggests at least one murder happened here.
Lucas moves toward the rear of the room, lifting a blood soaked curtain. A safe is hidden in the wall behind it.
"If there is one thing I learned growing up among wealthy families, it's that when you are wealthy you're paranoid and hiding precious secrets."
He pauses a moment, before adding with a mirthless smile, "And if there's a second, it's that you think a safe like this will hide those way more often than you ought to."
The safe's door is broken and hangs on one hinge.
Inside is paperwork, a certifications of noble blood, and a frame.
