“What is this place?” came Aaron’s voice as we crossed the courtyard to the front door of the mansion in front of us. The usual buzz of bees, chirping of birds, and rustling of leaves as they danced within the trees, had all died away. The only sound was that of our footsteps falling on the concrete pathway that laid under us. The brass tigers head door knocker laying perfectly in place, as I wrap my hand around the metal looping through its mouth, raising it to knock on the door. The echo’s of each knock slicing through the silent, still air around us.
“This place belongs to Vincent. The person I am here to see about this unfortunate soul.” I state, as I raise the netting shaking it a little, as dried blood fell from the ropes. “He will be thrilled to know that the job is done.”
“Lady A
