By the time the sun started to rise, the mansion was burn down to ashes, a vague structure of it still standing on its feet. Marina was sitting beside the terrified man. Seeing Aeolian like this was something pulled out straight from a nightmare. With such a huge frame, no one would expect to look at him and see red puffed eyes from crying, bitten lips from fighting back sobs, and a color drained face from the shock he went through.
As the rain started to pour, Marina brought him a blanket, to cover him and keep him warm. He was still sitting far from the mansion, still processing what happened. The firefighters were searching the sight for clues, for bones, for objects, anything. Marina took a seat beside her friend, leaning her head on his arm, watching the people do their job.
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