// THE SKY GREW DARKER, PAINTED BLUE ON BLUE, ONE STROKE AT A TIME, INTO DEEPER AND DEEPER SHADES OF NIGHT... //
-Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance.
After keeping the note beside Herbrews’ pillow, Seth made way to his own room. In the old mansion, there were secret passageways only the family members knew of. Seth had to summon the council, keep them updated about the circumstances and receive more orders. From the day that his uncle introduced him to the council, Seth accepted their agenda as his own. He followed each and every rule to the point of no return.
He was maddeningly addicted to the orthodox rules. He saw nothing above it and that was the reason others viewed him as such. He absorbed the values of the conservationists and made them his own.
When he reached his room, he cha
