The First Step

Miles away from the hospital, a blonde figure was entering the elegant mansion. A long line of servants bowed upon his entry.

"Welcome, Master Ash," a butler in black clothing bowed down. Ash merely acknowledged him with a nod and kept on walking forward. He did not stop to talk or greet anyone. There was no one else inside the mansion anyway. It was a large blackhole which sucked the joy out of anyone who stepped inside. For an outsider, it was a cold and desolate place devoid of any laughter of emotions.

For Ash, the mansion held no meaning. Whether it had any joy or laughter, it did not matter to him. The coldness did not affect him anymore.

He continued to walk until he reached the master bedroom. Hesitating for a second, he knocked on the door.