They were sitting on the sofas in the sitting room; Melvina, Anthony and Esther.

Esther's head was buried in her palms.

After they had managed to translate and interpret the strange writing on the piece of paper, it was like their energy had left them. They seemed tired.

Melvina was confused, even as she drew her head back on the sofa, reclining deeply into the lush furniture.

The same people that had taken her friend, the same people that had kept the dead animal in ...