The following morning, serene and radiant, nothing to suggest that the horrors of the previous night could have possibly happened at all. The sun shone brightly on the beauteous and elegantly maintained emerald green grounds that surrounded the residence on all sides. In the woodlands surrounding the mansion, the birds were chirping a cheerful tune and small rustling sounds could be heard if one took the time to listen.

        Inside the House, a young man with fair hair and bright green eyes was going through his favorite part of his daily morning ritual: fixing a dark black and utterly disgusting cup of coffee. He did not enjoy the coffee at all, but it was his favorite part of his routine because of the sole reason that the coffee was some of the most expensive in the world. The bitter flavor of the coffee reminded him each day that he would never have to work a day in his life. His mother and father had died long ago and had provided him with a large inheritance and the modern day palace that he currently resided in.

        His first sip was always the most cherished, it was the only one he could get down as a matter of fact. He then proceeded to pour the silky, unpalatable liquid down the drain of his stainless steel sink. Servants did the cooking, the cleaning, the dishes, the dusting, and a plethora more. With this thought, he left the cup in the sink and started up the winding staircase to his bureau where he would dress for the day.