A deep sigh was heard from the quiet warehouse, Aesop had killed kreacher he felt that kreacher was too close to them and he hates people who try to get close with his beloved
Aesop stared at Kreacher bloodied corpse blankly before leaving there towards his room, he wouldn't really care if anyone saw the corpse after all other survivor wouldn't immediately accused him
He went into his room taking a deep breath once again, he was reminded by their smiles that he loved them, no but he really reallyy loved them, He will do anything to make them his even if it means getting rid of others
he looked at his bloodstained hands behind his surgical face mask he grinned widely they would be his sooner or later and they will have no other choice
“this is for the best, they will be mine and only mine mine” Aesop spoke in a low tone to himself his breath was deep he felt like he was losing his mind