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Pitter Patter went his heels~

-10 years before-

The dark blue with white accents and adorns carriage stopped in front of the lavish enormous mannor, the horses panted out of breath and the driver jumped out of his seat, scurrying quickly to open the cariage door. A petit albino took hold of the driver's hand and stepped out, amethyst eyes glancing around curiously, he took a step heels meeting the stone ground and waited for the driver to follow after him with his luggage, he took hold of his jacket sides so they won't caress the floor and made his way to the main entrance. He stopped at the door and knocked swiftly, the door opened before him creaking slightly and letting a woman in her early thirties be seen. Marie Budreau stood tall before her son, her stance caling for respect and showing elegance, her hair in a tight elegant blonde bun, wearing a blue frilly victorian dress that resalted her baby blue eyes, she gave a nod to her son in knowledge and made space for him to pass, a certain coldness surrounding her gestures and a certain distaste showing in her eyes when she looked at him.

-Mon cherie Dangelo, pleased to see you my son- she said polite neverless, in a deep french accent from living too many years in Toulouse, France. She turned around not waiting to see if her son followed her and made a gesture to the maids nearby making sure they showed her son the way to his new room.

Dangelo quickly followed one of the maids, his jacket dragging across the steps of the staircase, his eyes scanning every detail of his new home. He run a hand along the banister and stopped at the last step in a hallway where a white elegant door awaited. He took a step and entered happy to be finally home not knowing what awaited for hin.

Somewhere else at the same time

Blood scurried between white gloves fingers, slowly dripping on the concrete ground making a small pool of the deep scarlet liquid leaving behind a metallic scent. The figure took a white elegant handkerchief out of their pockets and cleaned their hands carefully with a calm aura. He took a step and crouched before their latest failure and looked at her mangled face, ankles sprained and arms broken. Just like a broken failed puppet they thought amused. She only lasted a week with them, her cries being a constant headache making her annoying and then she just broke. What a pity. All their dolls ended up losing their minds or broken and they just had no choice but to dispose of them. What did they had to do to find the perfect one? They thought while walking out of the dark cold alleyway leaving the corpse to be found by the police.