Lulu's p.o.v.
His room was different...darker. It didn't belong inside a bright house like this.
I stepped inside with low footsteps. The mattress was a mess, pillows were ripped apart, the white feather sprayed all over the black sheet. It looks like someone had yanked them out to ease their pain.
I looked away.
Maroon walls were gleaming under the sunshine that whipped inside from the open window. There is a big portrait on the wall behind me. It's him. On his throne, one eye was golden and the other was hidden inside his jet-black hair. He looked like a devil on his blood throne.
The thing that caught my attention was the glass wall behind his bed. This room is connected to an art studio. I can see the countless paintings on the floor and walls, even on the ceiling...all hidde
