The mist entangled the whole of the town, apart from the mansion of the hills. While some citizens joked around, the high and mighty were spared, others claimed not even the mist wanted to touch Beyforth mansion.  

The sign before the mansion, ‘Not For sale’, hadn’t been changed for a long time. Not that any potential buyer would be driving around this time of the day. The sun had set long ago and the sky had darkened itself with many storm clouds. 

Beyforth manor was a forsaken treasure in dire need of polishing if anyone ever wanted to sell it. Some realtor had taken his chance to renew the furniture inside to the best of his abilities. Soon the sign was supposed to be changed, inviting the future owners to the mansion. 

Even though the wind howled outside and the rain would soon try its best to drown the land, a group of young teenagers couldn’t care less. With the new open house basically scheduled and a realtor who would soon exchange the sign, it was the last opportunity to execute their plan. 

“It was a great idea to use the house for the party, man.” Mike patted Gabriel on his shoulder. “We are lucky your dad isn’t always watching the keys.” If the man had been more vigilant around his son, he might have noticed something was off. But as Gabriel’s father was deeply buried in his documents to prepare everything for a hopefully soon-to-be sale of Beyforth manor, he barely noticed anything that happened around him. 

Gabriel smirked, brushing the blonde strand of hair back behind his ears. “Well, let’s be fair. It’s hard to see any malice behind these blue eyes.” His grin widened as he gestured towards himself. He always took great care to present himself as the model son any father could wish for. It was easier to play the good boy and do anything against his parent’s orders behind their backs. That way, even if he were one day caught in the act, he could easily brush it off as a single mistake.