The Bad Gentleman
Shelves are divided in two parts; a few on the left and the others on the right, with a walkway in the middle to access both sides.
I move further inside, nearing the first shelf on my right. One look at the book arrangement and a smile appears on my lips. The books are arranged in an alphabetical order. I further confirm this by moving to the shelf on the left, the books on there start with the letter C on the top and D at the bottom. Walking to the back of the room, I near the open window, where a gasp flies out my lips. There’s splattered blood on the wall, dried and forgotten.
When was the last time anyone walked in here?