Nathaniel tried to sleep more, but there was this icky feeling creeping from the back of his head. As if his guts were telling him that something was amiss. Finally, succumbing to the uneasy feeling, Nathaniel got up from his bed and took a bath went downstairs.
Roaming around in the dark, alone and in the middle of the night, Nathaniel couldn’t help but remember his dream. He couldn’t quite remember what it was all about, but there was one thing that was clear as the water in his mind.
“He’s alive...?”
Uttering the words that he muttered right after he woke up from the dream, Nathaniel found himself in front of the double doors of the mansion. A deep frown appeared on his forehead, but he still chose to grab the handle and pull the door open.
“You’re still awake?”
Nathaniel’s eyes
