Inside the house, it was quiet. Dead quiet. No sounds of anyone living there, not even the ticking of a clock. It was almost eerie as she looked around. It didn't look like an abandoned place, but it obviously felt like one.
Where had that bastard gone?!
Still full of rage, she crossed the rooms that the building had to offer. She actually wanted to keep her focus on the man she wanted to confront, but the interior design made her pause here and there. Nothing she wouldn't expect from Lucio, but still, she stopped in front of some abstract murals or stared at an elaborately decorated candlestick a little too long.
He lived this gothic style through and through...
Aya realized that she was mainly driven by anger, but it had been a different kind of emotion that had ultimately made her decide to turn back.
His distressed figure, barely able to hold on to the banister.
She hated herself for it, because she would never admit that to him. They weren't made for that. To feel pity for each other.
After finding nothing on the lower floor, Aya gradually ventured up the stairs. Her steps became more deliberate, focused on what or whom she might hear. But it remained silent.
A door at the top of the stairs was ajar, so she peered through the crack. It was dark, but she could make out something spread out on the floor in the middle of the room. A box? A large box? Quiet as a cat, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
A fucking coffin?! Shit, this gothic thing was definitely going too far!
But then again she remembered Lucio's gaze, the monstrous expression on his face when he had shown her his sharp pointy teeth. She refused to make the connection, because that couldn't be possible... could it?
Slowly, she walked over to the coffin and knelt on the floor in front of it. Her heart was pounding in her throat as she decided to open it by lifting the lid and revealing what was inside.
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