Chapter 15

‘I’m lost. Aren’t I wonderful? I huffed, stomping through the hallway with my paper and pen in my hand.

It’s been up to ten minutes since I left my room, and I had no idea where I was or how to get to were I wanted to go.

‘Couldn’t he go for a smaller, simpler house? Why did he have to live in such a large building? Does he even use up to half of the facilities? I swear, I just can’t understand how rich people spend their money.’

I halted before a beautiful black and red painting. The colours were deeply intertwined in such a chaotic way that it drew me in. It screamed danger, and fear, and void.

There was only one thing that made my futile journey a bit enjoyable– the art pieces that were hung on the walls. I hadn’t paid attention to them when I walked through before, and I wish I had.

They were beautiful. And very scary.

At least there was finally one thing I was a hundred percent sure about him Dante. The man loved art.

The various paintings, almost covering every inch of the wall,