On the 11th day, the mansion felt different. The air was heavy, but it was quiet. Yuki was not around, likely out doing whatever villainous things she did when she wasn't lecturing me. Helen was tucked away in her room, probably resting or working on more of those strange concoctions. I realized this was my chance. I needed to see what was behind that door. I needed to see the person who was technically living off my veins.
I decided to go into the room where Helen kept her son.
I pushed the door open slowly, half expecting it to creak and give me away, but it moved silently. The room was like a nursery. It was a strange, jarring sight compared to the rest of the cold mansion. It was filled with children's books and colorful toys. There were wooden train tracks built all around the space, winding under furniture and across the rug. In the center of the room sat a large bed with fluffy pillows.
