“Wow. For an abandoned mansion this place looks rather clean, no?” Francis
commented.
Kiki nodded, “Yeah…Can we just take a quick look around and leave? This place makes me feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh hon hon~ Don’t tell me my petite is scared~” Francis teased.
“I’m not scared!” Kiki frowned.
Francis laughed, “If you’re not scared…Why don’t you check the third floor while
I check this floor out?”
Kiki pursed her lips together. Not one to back down from a challenge…
“Maybe I will,” She huffed, heading up the stairs.
“Meet me down here in a half an hour at the latest!” Francis called after her.
“Ok!” she called back.
Kiki wandered around the third floor and found a piano room. She poked a key and
shook her head.
“I’m not the musician in my family…If I was I would play something.”
She left the piano room and went up a set of stairs she found.
………….Kiki stared at the angry looking mochii. She just…stared at it. Why was it
so angry? Why was it stuck on the wall? And why did it look so…familiar? Kiki pursed her lips together and shook it off.
There was really nothing of interest on the third and fourth floor. Why did she even waste time exploring them? She pondered all of this as she returned to meet with Francis. Francis…That’s right. He had made it seem like Kiki could not possibly explore the two floors…and since Kiki never backed down…she explored them. Well…she said she would explore the third floor, but curiosity made her continue.
Kiki crossed her arms. Where did that Frenchman go? He was supposed to be here…
Kiki glanced down each end of the hall. Maybe he was in a room? Kiki sighed. She might as well look. Maybe he got distracted? She turned left and went to the end of the hall. She opened the door that stood to her left as well. Two lefts might make a right…right?
“Ugh…No wonder this room reeks…There was a fire burning here recently.”
Kiki wandered around the large table in the middle of the room over to the fire place. She saw what looked like one of those jackets you zip up, in the remains of the fire. She quickly pulled it out.
“T-this is…Danni’s jacket! And…Is this blood on it?!”
But what in the world would Danni’s jacket being doing in a fireplace? And with blood on it. Was she ok? Was she hurt?
“WAIT! Wait. Danni’s not even in the mansion. And if she was we would have run
into her…Because she was supposed to meet us here later. Dante even texted her when we got here telling her that we arrived. She texted back saying she was trying to get a group of people to come with her. So…She can’t be here and this can’t be her jacket.”
Kiki sighed in relief. Now that, THAT was over…She could move onto more pressing matters, such as searching for Francis.
BANG! BANG!
Kiki froze, “That sounded like it came from one of Dante’s guns…”
