Tick tock goes the clock,
Until this Manor is
No more
Will the mouse
Find a way out?
Free of guilt;
Oh, safe and sound?
Time is running out, detective.
Angel Mallory has always been unlucky. Seemingly retired from their old job working for the Guil...
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I stood by the window, peering out from the shelter of my room in the Silverguard Manor. The weather was getting worse and worse. The rain tapped insistently against the glass, a persistent rhythm. Beyond the pane, the Manor Garden was soaked, the grass slowly turning into dirt and mud.
The scent of damp wood mingled with the faint sweetness of moss. Absent-minded, I watched as raindrops clung to the leaves, bending them under their weight. I usually enjoyed rainfall but this was something else.
And then, the impossible happened. Snowflakes started to dance down, defying the season. So the rumours were indeed true.
They settled on the mossy ground, a layer of white against the dark earth. My breath fogged the glass, and I pressed my palm to it, feeling the cold.
I was getting more and more worried, but I was safe within the walls of the Manor- wasn't I?
Muttering, I started pacing the room- as all detectives do. The investigation hadn't been going as well as I had anticipated. Vincent Thorne still gave me the jitters. Every time I had tried to talk to him, I had felt this extreme and unjustifiable sense of danger.
I would get nervous and want to curl up on myself and die. I didn't want to admit it, but he scared me. It was ridiculous but true- my sense of fight or flight activated around him. I knew I had to get over it, but I just couldn't bring myself to face him because of his resemblance.
I heard a knock on my door and a small voice, inviting me to breakfast. I got dressed quickly, pulling a black shirt that ended puffy lace cuffs over my shoulders and wrists. I didn't bother to brush my hair- I ran my hands though it so many times each day it didn't matter anymore.
I met Jonathan on the main hallway. We hadn't talked since yesterday early morning and we had lots to discuss.
"Did you make any moves?" he whispered and I froze, starting to hear my pulse in ny temples. I wondered if he knew about my plan, even if I never mentioned it to him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I stated, clearly avoiding his gaze.
He pouted childishly. "Are you too shy?" He dragged out the words, imitating a hair tuck.
"I feel like we aren't on the same page here." I was now looking directly at him, genuine confusion washing over me. Jay furrowed his brows, crossing his arms in mock-hurt. He whispered again, even more quietly:
"You know-" he rolled his eyes "-about Ava. My man, you two had mad chemistry" My pupils widened in surprise. Me- and Ava? I scoffed, but he was dead-pan serious.
"No! Of course not. I'm not interested in a relationship-" I bit my lip, the lie leaving my lips easily. "-not with someone I just met at least." The last part was almost true. I had just met Ava Hansen- you could call it interest, but nothing more. Besides, why would she like me in the first place?
