A Lost Memory: Alitheia

Episode 4: Newman Heights

Before arriving to New England, Kacey got a call from Aunt Elizabeth explaining the mansion's current situation.

In order to, generate funds after her late grandfather's retirement. He turned his mansion home into a flat- style complex. Interestingly enough, not many people had wanted to make the home of the luxury mansion, as it was far from most civilization and inconvenience for getting around to and from the building. After much waiting, a few residential families moved in and Jiro Harada had been one of them so far.

After a long wait riding up, they reached a long hallway stretching up to a grand double door.

"Welcome to Newman Heights," bellboy, Junior Pilloweather, cheered and his voice alongside the falling of Kacey's luggage echoed throughout the passage.

The old English style black lamps dimly lit up, the hallway for the three as they walked up to the double doors. Old wooden carvings of the same design of the front door downstairs came into their view.

"Pillow- San, what's up with the lights?" asked Jiro after a second flickering of the same tempo from the lamps.

"I'll make sure they check it," he nervously answered to the back of a distracted Kacey's golden locks.

"I feel like I've been here before," she whispers to herself.

"Well, maybe you visited your gramps here when you were younger" Junior said while pushing past her to open the door. He steps inside, leaving the door ajar behind, a crashing sound of the suitcases against wood heard behind the door as shortly pops his head out.

"Well, come on in," he prompts merrily and startles Kacey and Jiro, although they follow inside.

"Wow," marvels Jiro.

"You've never been inside here before?" Kacey asks.

"Nope, not really. Nobody except the old man."

The wooden floor creaking under their footsteps as they walked further into the room.

A spacious room, centred in the middle, a king-sized bed with four tall wood carved bedposts around each corner of the bed. A simple white and lilac decor of curtain, duvets and matching painted walls. A Victorian style room fit for a princess, Kacey thought.

"This room has been empty for years," Junior says, he and Jiro walkover to the bed. Neatly packing the luggage next the bedside table.

"Mr Troy, never allowed anyone to use and never said who the previous owners were either" he continues.

"Where's all my boxes for this room?" Kacey questions with furrowed brows. Visibly confused and Jiro follows suit.

"Yeah, where's the boxes?"

"Oh uhm- you see well, remember when I said no one has ever been inside" he nervously starts in a shaky voice.

"Yeah," both Kacey and Jiro answer in unison. Junior shoots Jiro a peeved look before turning back to Kacey.

"Well, since no one's allowed inside..."

"Wait," Kacey cuts him off and following along what he means.

"That means this is your first time inside too, right? "

"Yes, Miss Troy. Exactly that," he lets out with a sigh. A way of releasing some tension, he reaches for a linen handkerchief in his back pocket and dabbed his forehead before putting it back once more.

"I get that, but then where's all my stuff?" She asks, and he instinctively goes back for it once more.

"They are with Miss Fitzgerald for the time being" he answers with handkerchief to forehead.