A sweet yet gentle voice of a woman echoes at the back garden, the young child sleeping peacefully at her lap, this has always been the occurrence at the Pencillo mansion. Duke Pencillo walked over to his wife and child, the young child had the same auburn hair of her mother but the eyes were the same ruby red colored just like the father. “My child, Licon.” The tranquil environment soon was disturbed at the night of a full moon, the servants and stewards lay on the floor with bloodied bodies. Upon the arrival of Duke Pencillo, he immediately ran to the second floor. Bursting through the room he saw the beautiful long auburn hair mixed with the dark blood, it was over flowing, the body is cold under the moonlight and the small body of the child with the same hair color, tears streaming on its face and incoherent screaming.
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