minds me of Batman's arch-nemesis. A false and cheeky grin like a true Joker. With wide eyes and a devilish smile, he s

the summer with us," she says, closing her face and

man finishes descending the stairs, pulling his sunglasses from his poc

confused. I don't take any medication. "I don't t

voice calling him, his face doesn't

ir and exhaling in a disgusted manner. "Welcome to the asylum, Mis

front door slams shut with a loud ban

mouth. She blinks quickly, shifting the topic. "Normally, the other companions had some understanding of pedagogy." I see her eyes

y. It's almost as if being here is somethi

ic woman striding confidently toward me. "I believe that's the word you're looking for, Lorane. And

accentuate her long black eyelashes. I've never seen eyes like that. Her body, with droplets of water on her skin, is accompanied by the scent of sea spray and sunscreen. But being wet doesn't seem to bother her, as she moves through the mansion in her tiny bik

gaze shifts to the woman near the stairs.

s Miss

y hope it works out." I take a

I can see the strange expression Mrs. Lorane leav

ponds for her, turning back to me. "We'r

n call me Gim." I extend my fingers to he

g, just call me." She releases my fingers, turns, and walk

, as she is so naturally stunning that it lowers any woman's self-esteem a bi

yself, and his elderly aunt. You'll meet them at dinner. Please, let's continue; I still need to intr

me. Between paying attention to Lorane's long list of instructions and my gradually diminishing bre

e bed with a credit card for necessary expenses for both of you. Your days off will be scheduled o

and I nod in confirmation,

ur staff member. Robert has worked at the mansion for years; he is responsible for

a car ride, t

leave clean clothes in the room, and you'll hand the dirty clothes to her." I listen to each word she says, and her voice is almost on au

ma'

ent from the other staff members in the mansion. Mr. Roy occasionally grants some

oks at me, my intuition tells me that this woman w

y calmly, already aware

ay in the library. A few times, I think that this really is her goal: to make the bo

son and I will get

mediately, stopping in front of a whit

h, I thought

guardianship. Since then, my husband and I have cared for him." I don't know what to

act that she talks about the child's parents' death as if it were a burden on her shoulders makes me understand why the boy spends so much time in the library. Lorane moves, opening the door to the room and being the first to enter. I stop beside her, seeing the cold and lifeless room whe

o the door on the left, walking t