The white snow was tarnished by droplets of blood, the stains leading us to an unknown place. We were standing in the middle of the garden, where there was a four-headed statue. Each head was looking to four different paths, each path being the one we were in right now and then to our right, left, and front.
I realized the blood came from the direction in front of us, meaning—it came from the manor, then turned to the path by our right. I was sure that this was the same path that we walked on before, but there was no such thing when we walked past this path just a moment ago. Something must have happened while we were on the lake—something very wrong.
"Stay behind me," said Luke, holding my hand tighter.
