Walking across the front lawn, Richard felt a gaze on his person. Turning his head slightly, he saw someone peeking at him from the other side of the iron fence.
'Hm? A new neighbor?'
People rarely moved into this neighborhood, not just because of the incredible cost of the houses, but because of the terrible rumors that originated from here, particularly because of his house.
With his parents dead, the house and a few other properties had been willed to his name. Thanks to that, a whole host of evil beings often came by to visit...
"What is she doing?" Richard stared at the pale-faced, dark-haired girl staring at him.
He frowned, 'Is she perhaps...'
Something in the air seemed to move slightly. Shaking his head, he tore his gaze off her and turned back to his goal.
The house standing before him was incredible. It was also incredibly old...
