The night was cold, 9 degrees, if he’s right, was raining as well, cloudy and dark. Okay, maybe he was being overdramatic, but that’s the case right? No, it wasn’t the case, the stunning truth was what he had found on one of his work days, in his manor. You see, he’s a Billionaire, heir of Bunnyman.Inc, what they do? Well, is hard to explain, nowdays they are one of the most famous metals and technology exporters, in the beginning it was salt and oil exporters. His name is Aaron Rafaelis Bunnyman, an old man in his late twenties, not so old actually but he already say it to himself on daily basics.

    In the exactly moment, he was sitting his chair, in his office, looking with widens eyes at the old and news papers in front of him, all of them from a old Property in the backwaters of the city, forgotten and abandoned. All of them, was hidden under the drawer that could only be opened with a key and with brute force, he just found it because he needed a break, a so wanted break away from his toxic family and this cursed legacy, he asked his father about the later old property and that he wanted it documents, without much care, his father said exactly what he needed to get it, obviously he didn’t thinked much on his father disdain about the old manor, but now, with it’s papers on his desk, he could understand that well.

    Aaron has black hair like night going until his chin, all spiky and messy, mostly because he’s too lazy to brush it, red-brown eyes that could shine red-blood in some days, his skin is pale almost sickly, he have some muscles but not enough to be of focus, but good enough to protect himself. His family always say he looked like his grand-grandfather, Viktor Rafaelis Bunnyman, the man have a big portrait in front of the entrance, in the middle of the two sets of stairs. For Aaron, Viktor was a bastard, a fucking scum of their family, you ask, why? The story of how he meet his wife, Thalia, was what made he hate the man. His family told it to him, Viktor didn’t loved Thalia at the being, he was a bastard to her until one day, they got together to a walk, where a crazy man tried to kill them, the man, was a Serial Killer known as “Fallen”, he was a insane a man who used a radio to transmit the tortures and suffering of his victims. From that day and on, Viktor started to love her more and more, but the Serial Killer had invaded his house threating to kill Thalia, without another Option, Viktor shoted the man who had run from the police and died on the old manor. Something in this story wasn’t right, how they leave alive from that assassination attempt, why the Killer had come back if the police was already waiting for it? The jornal of that time, said he was death but there was no body, how the fuck he knew the manor and got inside?! By the front door for it matter!! And why the fuck did they still have the gun used in that night as a family heirloom?!

    He always wanted to know the answer, but now, he can. The papers was denouncements and complaints from people who heard voices in the mansion, sounds of things breaking and  the shadow of humanoid rabbit in the window. Further in these ones, both old and new, there was the ones, who talked about people entering there and never coming back. He wanted a break from his work, but now, he have a ghost case to solve and a mistery of his own, he needed to know if is Fallen who is there, if his Grand-grandfather was really a great liar.

    Throwing the papers in his bag, he got his phone from his pocket and make a call. He needed help and this person was the one to do. Looking out of the window, Aaron sighed, the rain didn’t bother him anymore, there’s something in his manor, something weird and scary and he needed to get it over with, if he want a break at all.