'So he really isn't…No that can't be, they're the exact same! Everything down to how they behave. If it really is him he must have some kind of memory disorder. Maybe…
He calmly apologized for the misunderstanding and left a quite confused Charles alone. He walked up to his room and saw Albert at the door. "Albert. I'm going to assume you're here to give me a mission." Albert cleared his throat. "Yes. But this time it's for scouting. No killing unless necessary." He nodded quickly as Albert went back down to the normal bar. "Also, clean up the mess." He said before coming out of view.
John walked into his room. It truly was a mess, he saw a piece of paper on the floor that had nothing else next to it, everything on the floor just circled the paper. He picked up the paper, intrigued by the way it presented itself, and tried to fix the room. But just then Vincent came in. "John! I've got it!" He said running into the room, as he lifted up what looked like a gauntlet. "Here you go." He hastily tossed it over to John who caught it. "It's the grappling hook you wanted, but I did make some adjustments to it. It can now fire arrows too, using something I found while out today!" He shouted in a rush.
John thought that was weird, as technology didn't seem that advanced..Then again, in a world of higher beings like gods, anything could be possible. "Thank you Vincent. But maybe, be a bit quieter." At that Vincent quickly rushed out of the room. After Vincent left John looked at the piece of paper. It was an address. But above the address there were words directly to him, "John, find the entrance, it's somewhere in the house, then come and get me." John changed quickly, he knew that Albert was the one who wrote it, and it was already getting dark so it was probably best to leave. But before he left he put on the gauntlet Vincent had made, but left his rifle. Since Albert didn't want him to kill it was better to leave it, but he did grab his revolver, just in case.
He then ran out of his room and up the stairs to the roof. He started sprinting towards the direction of the address, now using the gauntlet's grappling hook, which made it easier to get across the rooftops. But, as he started to get closer, the air seemed to get moodier. It felt eerie, it was stale. And it got colder and soon it even became hard to breathe. But John eventually made it to the address. It was a fine looking manor, quite an exquisite thing to look at. Well that would be the case if it didn't look as run down as the bad parts of the town.
Even so, John walked inside. The inside looked completely different than the outside. It was preppy and well put together, not a single blemish in sight. The chairs were new, along with the wallpaper, and the curtains, unlike the outside where they looked worn down and old. Even the door he just walked through seemed to look better on the inside. But he could no longer dwell on everything around him, he had to find some kind of entrance.
John first walked into some kind of kitchen. But it didn't look like a kitchen, sure it had all of the same appliances but it resembled more of a ballroom. Entranced in how big the area was he started to doze into a daydream. But it wasn't a daydream, it was a memory.
:"Sir." Spoke an old elderly man in a soft tone as he let a small child out of a carriage of some sort. "Don't refer to me as such Mr.Vish. I am but a child." Retorted the child. "Oh don't be like that Sir Seth." Laughed the old man as he led him into a manor. "Well…" The old man looked at his watch. "Everyone should be here any minute. Everything is almost ready. And the final touches are: Getting you to take a bath, and laying out drinks." Seth Sighed. "Why must you hate me?" He questioned to the old man. "I don't hate you, it is something you must do. I know you have an irrational fear of water but it is a must." He said hurriedly. "And you don't have to soak for too long, just make sure you're washed. Got it?"
"Yes, Yes, I understand." He sighed for a final time as they headed into the manor. It was exquisite down to the carpet and the drapes. "I'll head up now." Mr.Vish nodded as Seth headed up.
Several guests had already arrived yet Seth had still not come down even after some excessive knocking. And that made Mr.Vish quite scared as the door was locked and only Seth had the key. "Sir, is everything alright in there?" He asked, getting more worried as no responses came. "Sir!" He shouted, knocking on the door. "What?" Said a voice from behind. "Sir?" Mr. Vish gave a sigh of relief. "What's been taking you so long?" Seth pointed down to the elegant suit he was wearing, more specifically the tie. "This. Took. Forever." Mr. Vish gave a small laugh, "well I'm pretty sure that all the guests are here, so I think it's time for your debut." They both gave each other a small smile as Mr. Vish headed down first.
Seth could hear Mr. Vish hyping everyone up for his soon arrival downstairs. And eventually he headed down. "Wellcome, Sir Snow!" Mr. Vish yelled to the crowd, their whispers fading as they eagerly awaited Seth coming down. "Why, hello my esteemed guests." He said as he finally entered into what seemed like a kitchen, but as grand as a ballroom.:
And that was when the memory ended. John exited his daydreaming state. The air became stale again, like outside, the coolness flowing. The once neat and put together manor now seemed to be in ruins. As he looked around the new area he spotted a hole. A big, big hole. It had taken that entire section of the manor. Debire and leftover cigar buds covered what little floor there was. "If only I knew what had just happened. No, it's not the time to focus on that. Find the entrance." He slowly made his way over to the big hole. Inside the hole he just barely spotted a trapdoor that was buried underneath several layers of dirt.
But that wasn't the issue. The issue was that the drop looked to be a mile or two down, maybe further. Then there was the other issue. A blood curdling screech that sounded neither human nor anything from the world's many dark corners. It was a sound that shouldn't have existed.