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SCARLETT'S P.O.V.The passing days fell into a normal routine; wandering thoughts, unease, silent whispers, and being torn between the choices of moving on from this insane quest to dig deeper into the untold secrets of this strange manor and trying to pretend I never knew anything. Pretend I haven't seen things or heard things. Sleep was a luxury that I desperately craved. Every night I wondered what untold nightmare awaited me as I slept. Tonight wasn't any different; I was roughly jolted awake from sleep, drenched in sweat once again, my heart racing so fast I feared I'd have a heart attack. However, tonight's dream felt different...it felt terrifyingly real. I saw him again, not just as an outline or a shadow; it was him, whoever he was, cloaked in an armour of blood and fury, his silver eyes glowing through the darkness as he reached for me, calling out my name. I heard it loud and clear; it wasn't my imagination. And his voice, God, his voice was indescribable. A tempting allure

SCARLETT'S P.O.V.Christ, Why the fuck is everywhere so fucking hot? I groaned inwardly to myself, rubbing away the sleep from my eyes. Just when I thought tonight would be different, just when I got a break from my incessant problems, the bloody air conditioner went faulty. Yawning tiredly, I got off the bed, walking over to the air conditioner to see that it's still working."Huh? That's strange." I muttered confusedly, staring around the room. Returning back to bed, I decided to discard the covers, hoping it'd make things better, but it didn't. I felt hotter by the minute, and just when I didn't think it could get worse, I felt a burning sensation on the top back of my left shoulder, causing me to rush to the bathroom, pulling down my nightie slightly as I cried out in pain. It felt like fire laced with ice coursing through my veins, burning through my skin. When the torture finally stopped, I gasped. A glowing symbol was carved into my skin—not cut, not bruised, but etched as thou

SCARLETT'S P.O.V.My lungs burn, screaming for air as I sprint down the long, lonely, narrow hallway of the east wing. The echo's of my footsteps reverberates throughout the wall, as I run for dear life. Run, flee, escape....those were the only things running through my mind. I wondered how the manor hadn't been filled yet with curious people, given all the ruckus. Had no one heard the noise? Even in the slightest? My hearts hammers painfully in my chest, daring not to look back in fear of what I'd see. He was behind me, how long could I outrun it? Whatever it was. Perhaps it's a demon, or even a ghost? The thought terrified me to the core. I needed to get out of here, but first I needed to get to my quarters, perhaps I'd be able to think properly there.Dashing out of the manor, my steps slowed as I panted heavily; nonetheless, I willed myself to push myself further. I was so close. I felt a tinge of relief at having felt the cool metal of the door handle leading to my quarters; wast

LUCIANO'S P.O.V."I'd assumed you'd have a lot of questions, Master. What do you want to know?""For one, I'd like to know what year it is.""We're in the year 2027." 2027? Lord, it's been so long."Mmm, I guess that explains the clothes and all of these." I motioned towards the room."Yes, after your…sleep, it was necessary to do renovations to keep up to date and keep the manor thriving until your return.""Fair enough, so I'm guessing you know about what happened?" She nodded, "I need to know what's changed." I listened intently as Savannah gave me a rundown of what had changed in nearly two hundred years. Apparently balls were still a thing, but they were much different. Women also showed much of their skin; there were clubs now, and there were mobile phones to talk to people now. I think I quite liked this new era."And the girl?" I watched her tense up at the question. "She mentioned that her name's Scarlett right before she passed out.""Yes, her name's Scarlett.""How did she

SCARLETT'S P.O.V.Lying on my side while looking out the window, I watch as the night slowly fades into the day. Sleep eluded me for obvious reasons. Savannah was clearly lying, but why? I didn't know what to make of everything. The time gap, the disappearing mark, the strange occurrences. Surely, no matter how crazy I was, I could never have imagined all those, right? But still, a tiny part of me considered she could be right. Of a truth, I had been stressed out. It wasn't easy being a local detective/maid if I was being honest, especially if you have little to no leads, which makes you seem crazy, ergo me. It didn't help that everyone was being careful in whatever they did or said. Rosa knew little to nothing; she was a sweet peach who couldn't hold any terrible secret. Owen wouldn't know a lot about the ongoings of the manor, seeing as outside workers weren't allowed into the manor. I hardly ever spoke to the other staff in the manor unless it was absolutely necessary, which left m