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Rose's point of views :

It's been two days since I shifted back to this house.

Things have been pretty smooth thankfully.

Daniel hasn't left the house since then but he has been busy, more busy than ever. I have least seen him in the last two days.

He only comes out for food but hardly talks.

Knocking on his room's door,

When I turned the knob,

My mouth fell so fast i wondered why didn't I feel the touch of cold floor.

Oh dear god..

His room was a mess.

There were piles of files on his desk.

Pictures of possibly every victim on the walls and paper balls thrown down on the floors. The windows were shut. It was sheer darkness.

It did not feel very homely standing here.

Nothing like when I used to stay here and more like some secret investigation room.

God!

This is madness.

The dim lights in the room already felt bothering.

Finally noticing my presence,

"What is it? Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, lacing concern.

His eyes had bags. He looked like a mess himself, every bit of