The night was still young, yet the temperature at the Quinn mansion was colder than usual.
At the deep, dark basement of the Quinn mansion, the sounds of cries could be heard. Bitter tears.
Lying on the floor, covered in sweat and blood, were two maids.
Their entire faces were filled with tears as they begged for their lives in this state.
Seated before them was Rowen, his eyes darker than usual as he rested his arm on the chair's handle, his legs crossed.
And behind him was George, his face expressionless and as straight as always.
Meanwhile, beside the maids were two men dressed in black. One held a black belt while the other an iron rod ready to use these equipments when instructed.
"I won't repeat myself again," Rowen said, his voice calm and firm. "Who caused the fire?"
He asked as the two maids shivered, exchanging gazes. "I-I-it was Mrs. Vanessa-ahhh."
Before she could complete her words, she was hit in the back, and she cried out in pain.
