Vincent
I woke up starving. My stomach felt painfully empty as I slowly sat up on the guest room bed while rubbing tiredly at my face. Beside me,
Cassia stretched dramatically beneath the blanket before smiling proudly the second she noticed I was awake.
“You’re finally up,” she said happily while fixing her hair. “You did really well yesterday, so I prepared breakfast for you.”
The moment she said breakfast, fear genuinely entered my soul. Still wearing my suit pants and half-buttoned shirt, I slowly walked downstairs with caution like a man approaching a crime scene.
The second I reached the dining area, Cassia beamed excitedly beside the table.
“I made toast bread,” she announced proudly.
I looked down at the plate. Then blinked, and then looked again. The toast was black. Like
