Katerina
The house is big and stylish, modern. It’s soulless in a way only buildings made mainly out of glass and concrete could be. It looks completely out of place on a tropical island surrounded by wilderness and exotic trees I can’t even name.
Next to me, Manuel looks extremely uncomfortable. He’s been here before, at the Sandoval’s estate, for one reason or another. After all, he’s the island’s only priest and people here are religious as hell, even the most evil among them. Of course everyone is quick to invite him to their places, to show how good hearted they all are. Not rotten to the core or vile like f*ucking demons.
As I wait at the front door for the housekeeper to announce my arrival, I scan the area with narrowed eyes. There’s no flower garden, not like the one back at Pe
