Reaper's Scythe

The blue Renault finally stopped outside an old manor on the outskirts of the city.

According to the intel, the estate's former owner was a wholesale seed merchant. After going bankrupt, his wife left him, and the bank repossessed the land. In the end, having no place to go, he committed suicide in the living room. As a result, the bank failed to sell the property, and it had been left abandoned ever since.

There was no one to take care of it, and the once beautiful courtyard was now overgrown with weeds. Strangely, the sweet iris planted by the merchant when he was still alive was thriving well.

Mr. Coffee got out of the car and looked up at the sky. It was gloomy, and low, dark clouds foretold that heavy rain was around the corner. Closing the car door, he took a look around. "Is it here? It's a good place to send him to his maker," he said.