The Dual Personality°

CHAPTER 6 #a

(Wendo's POV) 💙

I was back in Rio. How I do not know but I was there. As I walked on, I could not remember the place. The house was pretty big, a 1990 bungalow model, with a some windows outside paned from wood. The neighbouring houses bustled with activity in preparation for another upcoming festival, but this perticular house lay still and covered with serene silence.

The door was slightly ajar, leaving me curious to what lay inside. I walked in and heard the faint sounds of scraping and footsteps. As I begun to explore the room, some of them I could recognise from my mother's house. Whatever it was that was making that sound got louder and louder as I tread closer and closer to the one door in the house that stood differently.

All the other doors were made of mahogany and were perfectly polished. The locks were made of bronze and gold, with a foreign encryption on them.

This particular door was a black, either rubber or metallic door. It looked like it had been there for years, but the paint still had its distinct smell even from some distance back.

My hands were shaking in fear, my knees felt weak. The sound was all I could hear, it pounding loud and clear.

"This all has to be ready in time for them. We cannot delay it even by a second. I need everything in order and make sure it is to the demands of their royal highness'," I heard someone say.