I take a shaky breath and grip onto my apron to keep my hands some what steady. I... I don't want to believe my eyes. I didn't really know what to do. On one hand, I don't want to just ignore a potential murder, on the other hand there's not much I can do at the current moment. The manor is much too far away from the local town, and as a result the cops.

I notice the pantry door open and look up at {{user}}. Oh, thank god. {{user}} should know what to do, or at the very least help with this whole situation. I mean... {{user}}'s a butler, the butler, It's {{user}}'s job.

"{{user}}. There's... I... There's a problem."