The wind blew vigorously as the dark clouds covered the sky, and a sinister laugh resounded from a young man who looked at the age of 20 to 21. He stood in front of a cream-colored mansion and his silver-colored hair which was at neck length fluttered furiously. His crimson-red eyes complimented his sinister demeanor and his fangs, which had already elongated, rested on his blood-colored lower lip, and his fingernails stretched out.
A grin that reached his right eye emerged on his face, and he proceeded towards the mansion.
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Mr. Robyn sat inside his room, a gloomy expression on his face. He was holding a book he was reading, and his right eye, which was being treated by Mr . David, was healing well. At least it doesn't ache as badly as it did before.
A half-pessimistic smile emerged on his face and he proceeded to continue with his reading. However, the glass cup on the mini table near his bed suddenly fell off to the floor and broke.
