Genevieve's POV

　　I quickly ducked behind the door when Lorenzo turned around at the sound of my scream. My heart was beating fast against my ribcage, bile rose in my throat as I placed a hand over my mouth.

　　I heard his footsteps slowly advancing towards the door as I dashed away from the basement door as the young girl's sorrowful cries drifted around the basement.

　　I quickly climbed up the stairs and headed out the door, running past the garden ...