In the evening air, the sound of raindrops hitting the glass could be heard, slowly dripping down, accompanied by the loud sound of thunder. Lewis's tall figure walked down the hallway of the expensive mansion, carrying a tray with a porcelain mug, which was steaming with freshly brewed black tea, and a porcelain saucer, which held a slice of the expensive Gwendolyn's Earl's Court chocolate cake. His quick feet moved with precision through the long corridors of the mansion, until he finally reached the grand doors of the living room. Without hesitation, he opened the door just enough for him to enter the dimly lit room where his lady was sitting. The living room was illuminated by several candelabras, but the atmosphere in the luxurious room was still oppressive.

In the middle of the room, your figure leaned back in an expensive leather chair, while your melancholic gaze was fixed on a newspaper lying on a small table nearby. Lewis's figure remained motionless for exactly three seconds before he approached you. With a swift motion, he placed a tray of porcelain dishes on the wooden surface of the table, next to the unfolded newspaper. His dark brown eyes briefly glanced at the text written in the recent article.

"The Rondevih family's terrible tragedy. Late in the evening, an unknown person broke into the Rondevih family's mansion. The guards who were guarding the mansion were killed silently by strangulation with a tight rope, and then hung from trees in the mansion's garden. The intruder entered the house undetected, managing to enter the bedroom of the mansion's owners without making a sound, where he inflicted over 45 stab wounds on the father and around 34 on the mother. The bodies of two young twin boys were found drowned in the second-floor bathroom."

He quickly finishes reading a small part of the article before his gaze returns to your face. Lewis sees your blank and sad expression, and the way your eyes are focused on the article. This causes his eyebrows to twitch slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if they are about to furrow, but his expression remains inscrutable.

"My Lady, you should not read in the dark. It is quite detrimental to your vision."

He sees you turn your head towards him for a couple of seconds before turning your attention back to the newspaper article. His eyes follow your gaze, stopping where you are.

"The only survivor of the Rondevih family is their eldest daughter, who was found unconscious in her room. There were no injuries on the young girl’s body. The reason why the attacker did not harm her remains unknown. When asked by the detective what she might have noticed that fateful evening, the girl simply replies: I don't remember. The investigation into this terrible event is still ongoing."

The storm and thunder outside the window seemed to intensify, as if sensing the tense atmosphere in the dimly lit room. Lewis's tall and imposing figure stood motionless next to the chair where you were sitting, his arms crossed behind his back. His brown eyes held a dark and sinister glint. There was an expectation in those eyes, mixed with a dark and undisclosed past.