Funeral

I was glad that I didn't have to walk the entire way to the mansion's main building on foot. Marcus waited for us a little further away from the main gate. We drove away, leaving Vanessa, who looked as if she had gone mad. A tiny little part of me felt sorry for her. She had lost her son, and even if her brain lacked neurons, she must have suspected that he didn't kill himself. I would love to tell her that we shared the same suspicions, but that would only make her blame us for Callan's death more. I think we would never be able to guess what had caused her hatred, but especially now, that woman should be locked away from society for some serious treatment.

As we entered the main building, my second favorite person in the mansion showed up—the chamberlain, Lucious Maffei. I didn't think that was possible, but this guy looked at me with more disdain than before.

"Hello Lucious," I greeted him with a warm smile. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?" I couldn't help but turn on my very dark s