Greedy. Humans are greedy. People tell you that they do a job of some sort for a good cause, but the truth is that they only do it because it will benefit them. That's what Theo was thinking after he slipped out of the meeting room, unnoticed, where the country's aristocrats met to discuss how to help improve it, but all they really did was boast about how much money and land they had. It also just so happened that the meeting was in his mansion. At every meeting, a different aristocrat would host the gathering and show off their wealth. Unfortunately, it was Theo's turn. It meant that he had to plan in which room it would be, what sort of food and drink he should serve, and all that nonsense he didn't have time for. These thoughts continued as his cane clicked onto the polished wooden floor in sync with his steps.
Eventually, Theo stood in front of a grand mahogany wood door with intricate patterns carved into it, making the door look like a piece of art. The door led to his bedroom, where he planned to hide away from the insufferable people in his home.
When Theo opened the door and switched on the light, he was met by the sight of his bedroom. It was a large, simple, rectangular shape, with his king-size bed on the left side of the room, its soft snow-white cover, and silk pillows inviting him to collapse on them and go into a deep sleep. The bed frame is carved from dark mahogany and features intricate, hand-painted details that show the meticulous time and skill put into them. Adjacent to the bed stands a pair of nightstands, both topped with matching vintage lamps that, when turned on, cast a warm, inviting light. On the wall opposite the entrance, a set of framed windows let in the light during the day, while at night, silk curtains are drawn over them. One of the windows was opened, letting in a soft breeze. However, Theo didn't remember opening. Most likely, a maid did it to let some air into the room. But when Theo's eyes looked over to the right side of the room, the view almost made him scream. By the reading area, where there stood two grand bookcases filled to the brim with novels, on the once plush pale grey sofa was stained with a deep crimson blood red was a severely wounded person.
Theo sprinted over, throwing his cane to the side, ignoring the loud noise it made when it came in contact with the sleek wooden floor. He crouched in front of the person, taking in the sight before him. The stranger had ashen skin, the cause likely to be the blood loss, their face partially covered by their matted blood-soaked neck-length golden blonde hair. There also seemed to be a half-healed scar on their left eye. They were wearing what appeared to be a once-white shirt and trousers, both of which were ripped. Theo then looked at the injuries. He almost screamed a second time. Apart from the more minor scratches, there was a large gash on the side of their body that seemed to be the significant injury, and aside from the bloody sight, there was something much darker mixed with the blood, a pitch-black liquid.
-This is my first-ever story :)
