Him

The explosion reduced the Whites' once deluxe mansion to a dwelling of ashes and crumbling debris.

Hunter steps into the wreckage, remnants crunching beneath his boots, chalk outlines on the floor marking spots where the bodies—now removed—once lay.

He pauses in the center of the blackened hall and looks around, noting how much the fire ravaged the building to the point of nearly bringing it to the ground.

Everything that once furnished the hall—chairs, tables, and many others—is gone, likely burnt beyond recognition and taken away for speculation.

Hunter assumes the same fate befalls every property in all the rooms in the mansion.

Meanwhile, Zavere; ever so casual, makes his way to the mansion’s main entrance and rings the bell.

When the sound doesn’t come after a few tries, he goes to the hall and meets Hunter crouched down while using his index finger to wipe a spot on the soot-covered floor.

“No one let me in, how rude!” Zavere grumbles as he crosses the threshold, his face