"Where the hell is Cecily!?" he shouted toward the entire mansion. His voice shook the massive structure, which towered with power over a city.
Several people came running in shortly after, heads down.
"I'm sorry, Lord Egon. We haven't seen her in several days."
Egon's chest was rising and falling furiously. Whatever her reason for doing so, he had to know.
As he was about to speak up to insult them, the newcomers quickly lowered their heads.
"Sir, I think we know of someone who might know. The last time we saw her, she was talking to him, and they have always gotten along well; maybe he has information about it."
Egon then didn't say all he wanted to say and instead frowned.
"You mean..."
"Yes, sir. The Head Butler."
Egon nodded, finding that reasonable.
'Paul Dreweed was the one who raised her most of her life...' He thought.
Then he spoke to them. "Bring Paul Dreweed here."
