" Zazo? Isn't it a weird name? Did you pick it or someone else did it for you? Maybe your enemy?" I asked, tucking my bangs that have grown much longer now. Zazo laughed. " It was given by my creator." He answered. I hummed and looked at the house once more. " Do you want to go inside?" He asked. "I can go inside? Isn't it some kind of decoration? Aren't you here to show me some more horrible stuff?" I asked, raising my brow. " No. But I do have something to tell you. Now, come." He motioned for me to follow him inside the house. So I did. The wooden door creaked open, and We stepped in. The house was eerie quiet. But then. " William." I turned, and saw a beautiful woman maybe in her twenties, running after a boy with a spoon, and a bowl in her hand. Her long grey hair was in a bun, and

