3.8 Jerome

Inside the mansion in a suburb, a monotonous room smelled of medicine. Beside the table full of blood stained bandages and alcohol, in a king size bed laid an unconscious man. His long eyelashes flutters and slowly he opened his dark eyes, just like the night skies without the stars and moon, it was completely void of anything.

Jerome Lanc, he was the youngest son of George Lanc.His father is a wise and cruel man, he let his children fight for his inheritance and turned a blind eye even when he was crippled because of it.