Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Indeed that part of his memory was missing. He didn??t remember their mother or father. The only thing that he could recall about his mother was her looks as Halloway had given him a picture of her. His story about the woman was that she died giving birth to him which happened to be the night of their wedding. He grew up watching his stepfather push around his servants taking advantage of them every chance he got, which would explain his extreme rudeness to them all. Sinclair sighed disappearing into the mansion not actually caring if Kazuye were following along or not. ??You better come on or you??ll get lost in this maze of a building.? He warned Kazuye not bothering to look back to see if he??d began following him yet. He ran his fingers through his bangs, letting out a soft yawn of boredom. Sinclair or Ruiza as Kazuye knew him began the tour on the upstairs floor. ??There??s nothing to really see. There lots and lots of rooms?? he spoke to Kazuye as he walked down the long corridor. He explained to his plaything where the bathrooms were behind each door, which rooms were study rooms, and which rooms he shouldn??t enter. ??My room you are not to enter unless requested. My father??s room is off limits unless he requests of you. Those last three doors at the end of this hall are off limits to everyone even I. You get caught snooping and you will be severely punished.? Sinclair wasn??t being sarcastic when he said that. He had a vague memory of one of the maids mistaking the room for one of the others and entered it to clean it. When Halloway found out she mysteriously disappeared. Sinclair remembered his father acting cool as a cucumber as the woman pleaded for forgiveness repeatedly telling him she hadn??t known. He told her it was fine. Late in the night there was a loud eardrum piercing scream that woke him from his slumber. Sinclair remember looking out his window to see two shadowy figures dragging something around and dumping it into a large van and driving off quickly. Halloway was hiding something special in the room and whatever she saw wasn??t supposed to be seen or known about except by him. Ultimately he had to get rid of her for knowing his secret. As he looked back on the incident he zoned out staring at the forbidden doors wondering just what she saw? He knew if that maid were still around he could force the information out of her, which explains why she had to be disposed of. There was shuffling in a nearby room which snapped Sinclair out of his thoughts. The older male sighed softly turning toward the room he heard sounds from. Nudging the slightly ajar door open with the tip of his foot he smiled. ??I suppose this is your room? I??m assuming those things on the floor are yours?? he said to Kazuye as Huxtable turned toward the young male bowing slightly disappearing from the room. ??So, uh? Kazuye?? Sinclair began having a slight memory lapse almost forgetting his younger sibling??s name. ??I suppose you want to make yourself comfortable by unpacking and stuff. If you can remember where my room is come there after you are finished? That??s where we??ll be having lunch?? Sinclair rarely ate in the dining room finding it quite unnecessary if he had servants that could bring the food to his room. Having said what he said Sinclair went his separate way down the large corridor where he returned to his room in complete solitude. Kazuye??s new room was quite simple. It contained all the necessities a room should have. For instance a nice comfy bed, a large dresser, walk-in closet, a big window so he could take a gander at the scenery whenever he wanted, a couch to lounge around in, in front of that was a television for whenever he wanted to entertain himself .