I held the tray and walked carefully, trying not to spill anything.
In just three days, the warm, bright estate I had grown up in where the gentle faces of the servants greeted me and my parent's loving display was ever present is gone. Instead, it was filled with emptiness, darkness, and a heavy mist that told the story of the owner.
No people that bustled around, no genius musician to play his instruments, just closed curtains so that no reporters would get their shot.
I never thought it was possible for this mansion to be so… silent.
'Knock'
"Mommy?"
'Knock'
"Mommy? Are you awake? I made your favorite tea."
...?
Huh? What's that smell?
The moment it registered that I was smelling something unfamiliar, my body immediately had the urge to flee.
See, humans have evolved to detect the smell of death. Even if one had never encountered it, the body knows.
Run.
Run.
Run!
But how could I run?
How could I when my only family was inside?
