Normally, the maids are always around.'
He stroked his chin thoughtfully.
'Something must have happened.'
His home was eerily quiet, it was a sharp contrast to the everyday life he normally saw in here. The footsteps echoed eerily.
"Where are they?"
Now, for some reason he couldn't tell, they were gone.
"I'll check outside."
There was one good thing about the maids leaving.
Finally, Hereon could talk out loud, instead of resolving on musing in his mind in fear of being overheard.
He navigated his way through his home.
His hand grabbed the doorknob.
He stopped.
Hereon paused, he felt that something was wrong.
He frowned as he wrinkled his nose, he could smell a faint unpleasant stench.
It lingered to his body.
The boy's hand left the doorknob and he went back inside.
…
Hereon's hand grabbed the doorknob.
