The house stands from the other one. It loks peaceful, like a new home. There is a huge driveway and the grass is ceanly cut. I feel my legs getting heaver as i reach the front door. I decide against kcking in case my father’s men had already beaten me and gone in first.
I don’t want it to happen but it might just be the case.
So, I go around the house, trying to find an entrance, there is none.
The guard had fiercely secured his home and as much as I admire it, it’s going to make my job harder. So I have to break in. I climbed to the upper window at the back. It leads to a storage unit of some sorts.
With my claws, I try to cut out a hole through the glass but I quickly realize that the glass is pressure resistant.
So I brace myself for the loud punch I know would certainly wake the
