Zyran moved the hair that fell on his face back, shuffling through the pictures on the table and then checking the video next. He rubbed his eyes that had dark circles for obvious reasons.
Umberto moved in with a tray of coffee and cookies, taking the already empty cup. He watched his master from the corner of his eye; ever since his wife left after the tragic incident, things haven't been the same in the house and it was obvious.
Zyran spent days and nights trying to find proof that someone inside the penthouse was the culprit just so people would stop referring to Mila as crazy. And just like that, he became so used to staying inside. His hair all grown out and traces of beard on his once smooth face. Though from outside, it was as if everything was pleasant, but it wasn't.
