"Mistress Aldea, there is a letter for you." Luce walked into Aldea's office holding a red envelope with her name printed on it in cursive. She looked up from her computer. "It has no return address." He mentioned as he handed it to her.

"I think I have a hunch on who sent it. Thanks, Luce. Would you mind bringing my mom a sandwich?" She asked. Luce looked over at Aldea's mother who was inside a large bird cage.

"I'll be back in a second with your request, mistress Aldea." He bowed and walked out of the room, closing the glass doors behind him.

Aldea looked down at the blood red envelope. She admired her cursive name, reminding her of when Isla and herself went to calligraphy classes together. She opened it, careful not to accidentally rip any part of the envelope.

"To my dearest Aldea,

Life's been hard in America. I have tried to save the children I have been sent for, but with a run down country that is in much need of rebuilding, the people here refuse to let them go.

I have done multiple things that I regret here, but the biggest one I fear you should know. But if you didn't, I would never forgive myself.

I stole the children from their family and have left today on April 16th, two days before this letter should get to you, and I will be back on the 20th.

The children are in bad shape and I fear they will not survive... I know we are both only 15, but I think we could take care of them.

We will talk about this when I arrive.

Yours and only yours,
Isla"

Aldea read the letter over and over, but it didn't seem to make sense. Isla would never steal children- based on her past. Aldea wasn't ready for children, let alone an actual family with Isla. Isla was poor and if she married Aldea, she would be hunted by thousands.

"Your sandwich has arrived," Luce walked in holding a platter, one arm behind his back. He handed it to Aldea's mom, who snorted and snatched the sandwich out of his hand. "You are welcome."

On his way out, Aldea stopped him. "Luce, would you mind telling me the date?" Aldea asked, fidgeting with the paper.

"It is April 19th, Mistress Aldea." He said shortly before taking his leave. Aldea stared at her computer screen. What on Earth was she to do?

Suddenly she heard a shriek. She jumped to her feet and speed-walked towards the sound, ignoring her questioning mother. After going down what seemed like endless halls and stairs, she ran into Luce.

"Hahaha... You think you can come here with a gun expecting to kill the mistress?" His laugh sounded like sharp needles stabbing you over and over. He was pointing a gun to a mans head, one of the guys eyes were in Luce's other hand.

Luce took a spoon and bent down, showing his devilish smile as the man shrieked "Please... No! I-I'm sorry! I... Stop!" He pleaded as he backed away. Luce just laughed.

"Pathetic. Humans are so weak and fun to toy with~" he purred out as he dug the spoon into the top of the mans eye socket, pushing down as the man screamed in agony.

A slight pop could be heard as the guys eye fepl out. He was still screaming as his hands raised to his face. Luce's hand slid down and out came scissors, he smirked as he cut the veins connected to the eyeball. He then located a weak spot and stabbed up into the mans head, stabbing his brain. He forced his hand to cut as the mans screams died out. The man was long gone. Blood was spewed everywhere.

"Jesus christ..." Aldea mumbled, staring at the scene. Luce's head jerked towards Aldea. He stood up and sent the scissors back in his arm, his hand returning.

"Oh, good afternoon mistress Aldea. I'd advise you to return to your office while I clean up this minor parasite." He said with the same devilish smile. Aldea gulped before walking back to her office.

"Sweety, is everything alright??" Aldea's mother asked as soon as Aldea entered the room. Aldea licked her dry lips.

"Yes, everything is fine." She said shakily.