#raaaahhh!!

“Beau Manor…” her golden eyes trailed up the tower of the manor, noticing the smoke coming out of the vents. “Is someone home?”

“Lanaaaaa – oh…”

“This…this looks different…”

“Everything looks different…” she looked around. “What happened to their portrait?”

“L-Lady Lorraine…?”

The master bedroom was empty. The fireplace was lit up. She put out the fire. “I don’t believe our kind feels cold, do we?”

“Lenora, why is your bedroom…different? What happened to your flowers?”

“I don’t remember this room…”

“Maybe they’re hibernating downstairs with Lord and Lady Beau?”

“What – what’s this? Why is everything so different? What is that thing on the wall…”

“Where are the other caskets? Whose casket is this?”

“This…” she gasped. “This smell different. It’s as if someone tried to rub their scent here, not the kind of scent that’s worn in.”

Father?

My dear.

Are you about to rest?

I’m not in a deep sleep yet, but what is it? Are the Beaus still…alive?

Gone, Father. They’re not here.

Gone? Dead?

I…I don’t know. The caskets are gone. Only one remains.

They might have moved somewhere. Perhaps back at Straud Castle? And whose casket was that?

The scent is different, someone new. And it’s as if they tried to cover it with their scent…unnaturally. In fact, Father, they smell new. But there’s another one that’s familiar.

Who is it? Is it that meathead sister?

No, it’s…

Amelia, hurry up, I will be in deep sleep soon!

It’s the Overlord, Father. Lord Straud.

NEVER call that bastard a Lord, Amelia. He’s a fucking traitor.

I’m sorry Father.

You should be. You’re supposed to be his wife, not the eldest Beau sister.

…

Hurry home, now, Amelia.

Yes, Father.

Use your damned bat form. We learned these abilities to move fast into the night, don’t waste it by taking a stroll.

Of course, Father. Please rest well.

“Of course, he’s alive…I shall see him...but where is he?”

“I shall pay Teresa Williams a visit.”