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Alison and Grayson entered Alison's house, stepping onto the wooden plank floor. The roof above them was also made of wood, giving the place a rustic feel. In the living room, a cozy fireplace greeted them, with a circle couch surrounding a TV.

"DAD!"Alison hurriedly rushed up the stairs, calling out for her father, while Grayson remained downstairs. "DAD I'M HOME!"

Grayson wandered into the kitchen, where a wooden table with five chairs caught his attention. "Mr. Emrys?" Grayson continued exploring the kitchen, his gaze landing on some old family photos displayed on the wall.

One photo captured a moment of the twins, William and Hudson, proudly holding up a fish they had caught. The second photo depicted Ms. Emrys and her husband, frozen in a happy embrace. The last photo held Grayson's attention the most. It was a picture of Alison as a 12-year-old, surrounded by books and papers, her black hair pulled up with a pencil sticking out. What struck Grayson the most were Alison's bright blue eyes, like shimmering sapphires.

Alison's voice continued to echo through the house as she shouted for her dad, until she came running down the stairs, joining Grayson in the kitchen. "He's in the farm," she informed him. Without wasting a moment, they both rushed out the kitchen's back door, heading towards the farm.

As they approached the farm, an unsettling silence settled over the area, causing unease within Alison. Grayson stole a glance at her, noticing how her once bright blue eyes had become dim and dark, yet still beautiful. "I wonder what changed her..." Grayson pondered.

"DAD!" Alison called out her father's name before pushing open the big red doors to the barn. Grayson's blood ran cold at the sight that greeted them - Alison's father lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. A surge of shock and horror coursed through his veins, his body urging him to run, but then he remembered that Alison was next to him.

Alison's eyes were wide open, her black hair gently swaying in the breeze. Every fibre of Grayson's being yearned to shield her from the cruel reality of the situation. He stepped in front of her and pulled her into his chest, his hands gently caressing her hair.

Alison stood frozen, unresponsive, as if trapped in a moment of disbelief. She didn't shed a tear, didn't move an inch. Grayson wasn't even sure if she was breathing. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice filled with guilt, "I caused this. I drove my mother to her death, and it led to my father's demise."

Words failed Grayson, and all he could do was wrap his arms around Alison, hoping to offer her some comfort amidst the unimaginable pain.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, the sound of a gentle breeze swept through, rustling the leaves of nearby trees. Tenderly, Grayson pulled away, looking into her once bright blue eyes. "Let's go, Alison."