Death in the town

The town has welcomed the death, and now they'll pay the price.

"The painting you were talking about earlier?" Winter asked, entering the great hall.

"They are in my room," Eleazar replied, leading her way to his room.

"Why do you live in this castle, alone?" She asked, looking around the big empty great hall.

"I don't have good connections with my family, they don't like me," Eleazar replied, and stepped up on the floor from the stairs.

"Here," Eleazar stepped aside, opening the door for her.

"I've been here," Winter replied, as it was the same room she got for Tessa.

"Yes, you've been there," Eleazar replied, with sparkling eyes.

"Here," Eleazar replied, shifting a white curtains above the bundles of the painting's canvas.

"Who drew this?" Winter said, touching the cloth canvas. A dark wooden house was built beside a river and a man was standing ahead of it with a dog.

"I've drawn it," Eleazar continued.

"You can paint?" Winter asked, clicking the picture of the house.

"I used to, not anymore," he replied, with a sigh.

"I think it'll be enough for the report, we should start writing it," Winter continued, shifting on the couch and taking off her bag.

"I'll do the introduction of the report. You can do the cultural and house architectural explanation," she clarified to the Eleazar.

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The night had become drak the crickets were chirping, the full moon was shining bright in the sky.

Winter was sleeping on the couch beside Eleazar; his white blanket was muffled around her, when he was busy with the reports.

"She fell asleep without even completing the intro," Eleazar mumbled, organizing the report finally.

Winter's phone started to chime, when it's almost morning.

"Huh," Winter moaned, trying to open her eyes.

"Tessa," Eleazar read the caller's name on the screen.

"What happened?" Eleazar answered the call, coming out of the room.

"Who're you," Tessa asked, nervously.

"I'm Eleazar, Winter is sleeping, What happened?" he asked.

"Carla found dead at her house, can you tell winter to come at the home," Tessa said, nervously.

"I'll tell her," Eleazar said, hanging up and moving back to the room.

"What time is it, you should have woke me up?" Rose said, standing up on the couch when tying her hairs.

"It's five already," Eleazar replied, putting her phone back on her bag.

"What happened?" Rose asked, as he seemed a little weird.

"Tessa called, it's about Carla,"

"What happened to her now?" Winter said, cutting her off and started to collect her books.

"She died, Winter," Eleazar replied, with a sigh.

"What?" Winter asked, as books dropped from her hands.

"Wha-what did happen to her," Winter asked, turning around with her pale face.

"I'll drop you off to her, come with me," Eleazar said, taking her bag.  

She nodded swiftly with moist eyes.

"Hey, everything will be okay," Eleazar said, hugging her with a sigh, she kept standing like a statue.

"These humans," Eleazar thought, rolling his eyes.

Winter placed her softly over his shoulder.