Annabelle walked down the corridors of the mansion, her and her family were at the Mercado’s estate for a few weeks, it was early in the morning, 12 at least as she moved silently to sneak some food.

“Hm… jackpot.”

she muttered while grabbing some cereal and milk with a bowl in her other hand and spoon in her mouth.

“Now I won’t be stuck with the dust at the bottom.”