A long week had passed before Luther and I got to return to the mansion. Similar to before, I had to persuade him though this time not using that same trick but by being open and honest. I told him about Dr. Yang’s assessment of my mental health, not leaving any bit of information. Just when I thought the revelation would infuriate him, more likely directing his rage to Dr. Yang, he had that conflicted look on his face that ended with him pleading not to leave him. I assured him that didn’t cross my mind, consciously though.
One way to completely obliterate from my mind the idea that Luther was a threat was to create happy memories, preferably in that mansion, since everything started there. It was a dangerous plan. Ever since I was with Luther, I had been pushing my limits, extending my
