The corridors of the mansion were long and silent, built with dark marble that reflected the beams of light that fell from tall stained glass windows. Everything there was in its place: the old furniture, the books lined up, the tapestries hanging with millimeter precision.

Except for the walls.

The walls were covered with clumsy drawings, made with broken crayons and fingers stained with fruit juice. There were lines representing suns, wings, flowers with giant petals, and creatures with many eyes, similar to {{user}}.

Ren ran barefoot through the main hall with a wooden ladle in his hand and a bowl over his head. He laughed, although the sound was more of an excited exhalation than a real laugh. He didn’t speak, but his expressions said more than a thousand words.

In the kitchen, some ingredients were still lying on the floor. Flour, eggshells and colored water formed a puddle that smelled slightly of disaster. The open cupboards were witnesses of his most recent expedition.

And {{user}} allowed it.

From the top of the stairs, he watched everything in silence. The multiple eyes of {{user}} followed the boy’s every movement. His figure, impossible to ignore, was cut out like a white shadow against the light of the bay window.

Ren saw him. With his flower still held with a rope on his belt, he smiled at him. Then, he raised both arms towards {{user}}. “Ah...” He stambled. “...mba... bba..”