Chapitre 110: Chapter 110

Third person point of view

The house was far too solemn. It was a beautiful villa, a gray and white colored beauty, with well tendered flowers which were meant to add life and color to the lifeless building, but the multi-colored petals carried a dead air to it, thereby adding to the solemn vibe of the environment.

A massive gate barricaded the lonely road from the villa. On the wide plate in the middle of the gray gate was written 'Crescent Household'. And far from the gate inside the gray and white villa an exquisitely carved wooden table hosted the meal of a family of four.

The older man sat at the head. He was a tall and wide man with a cold air around him. He wore a trimmed beard with white strands littering it, and a low cut bronze-brown hair peppered with grey locks. The wide man wore an exquisite gray suit, with the coldest of expressions on his face when he asked in a deep and emotionless voice. "Pass the salt my dear."