(Kim's POV)
It was a Sunday and there was nothing to do on a Sunday. I shuffled out of my room in my baggy clothes with my camera hung around my neck, I waddled out of the mansion, heading straight to the garden, however, I couldn't help but pause at the sight of Arthur in his usual spot under the tree but he wasn't alone.
I instantly recognized the man as Arthur's best man at the wedding. I sulked, realizing this was the second time I'd seen him after the wedding. Where had he been?
Curiosity hauled me closer as I heard Arthur cough into a handkerchief, making the best man whom I didn't know the name of yet gasping at whatever he saw.
"That's blood!" He exclaimed and I pause at what I heard and my shoulders tensed up. Arthur was coughing out blood. Was he sick? "How long has
