After the failed attempt to open the dark oak door, Jasper and I walked down to the kitchen. I glanced over at the clock on the way out; it read 6:34. Seriously, who wakes up this early?.... I yawned as we walked into the dining room, where Isabelle mopped the floor diligently.
"Good morning," I shifted my tired eyes to the floor.
"Good morning. I'm surprised to see you two up so early." She smiled slightly. Yeah... Me too...
"I could say the same thing," Jasper replied.
"Well, as a maid, I had the urge to clean. I found this mop in the cellar" She glanced back to the cellar where we found Tristan the night before.
"Clean? But isn't the mansion already clean?" I mentioned whilst looking around the room. The shine on the floors, the clean carpets, the spotless tablecloth. There's nothing to be cleaned here.
"To the normal person, but I can't stop until everything is spotless." She spoke in a stern manner.
"If you say so, hey, would you mind if we made breakfast?" Jasper asked. She took a bit to respond.
"I could make it if you want. I am a pretty good cook."
"Really? That would be great." I gave a soft smile of appreciation.
"Just make sure you don't poison it." Jasper grinned with green eyes.
"No promises." Isabelle played along before continuing, "I'm assuming you were working on that door. Any progress?" She questioned. Jasper gave a great sigh.
"No luck. I can't pick the door by normal means," Jasper mumbled, his eyes shifting red.
"That's a shame. Maybe it will open some other time." Isabelle sighed along with us.
"Sure, the door is just yelling out 'Open me!' all over it. No normal door would have such an unnecessary lock." Jasper scoffed whilst kicking the ground.
"If that's the case, then I would have to assume it's yet another trap," Isabelle remarked.
"You can say that again," Jasper lightened up.
"It's most likely an elaborate prank set up by the mastermind." I turned my head and looked at the clock in the dining room. It read 6:45... Strange... Has that much time really passed? It feels off...
"True, well, I guess it couldn't be helped... anyhow, I'm going to start preparing the food. You guys settle down at the dining table." Isabelle smiled with her hands held together in front of her.
"Thank you," I smiled back.
"The pleasure is all mine," Isabelle curtsied before heading into the kitchen. Jasper and I sat at the dining table.
I glanced at Jasper, who was leaning back in his chair while pushing himself back and forth using the table. He really seemed like a kid... Despite how he acts, I can't seem to pin him as a bad guy.
"You know Hank, I was wondering. Who do you think is going to die first?" Jasper's eyes turned yellow as he almost fell over by pushing himself too far in his chair. Well, there's definitely something off about him, I suppose...
"I hope no one," I respond with disappointment.
"Haha, come on. Do you really think everyone here will just let themselves starve to death?" Jasper chuckled.
"Either way, it's not funny. I don't know why you're laughing." I crossed my arms. He tilted his head in response.
"Funny or not, what's your answer?" Jasper looked a bit more serious with grey eyes.
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Kings Gambit
Mystery / ThrillerA chessboard. A simple table consisting of sixty-four black and white tiles, a seemingly basic structure. Played on this board is a game called Chess, a war of brains, a battle of logic. Two sides face off, and only one prevails. Kings, Queens, Bish...
