As you approached the door of the Manor, you see a distressed Benjamin. Before you could even knock, the butler opens the door. “District Attorney.. Please tell me you are here to see Mark” he begs. “Yes, Benjamin, I.. I fear I must. Celine really did a number on him. Lead me to him.” You say gently.

Benjamin leads you through the Manor’s halls. Mark’s door was ajar, and Mark’s sat at the edge of his bed, alcohol bottles surrounding him, with smashed photo frames. His hair was messy, his red robe was hanging off of his shoulders, revealing large scratches and injuries that cover his body.