CASE FILE NO. 4

CYRUS STOOD IN FRONT of Luis's room in silence. He's been doing so for more than two solid minutes now. He knew what to expect if he went inside, but deep down he hoped that he was wrong, even if it was unlikely.

"Master?" A guard wearing a red uniform asked.

The guard was a Watcher. He was the one who informed Cyrus that Luis has not been responding to them for three hours now, so it might be best to check on him. Obviously Cyrus knew the reason why, but he pretended that he didn't know and told him that they should head to his room instead, bringing them to where they are now.

Cyrus took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

"Open the door," Cyrus instructed, and the watcher nodded his head and opened the door for his master. The moment the door opened, the two men instantly saw Luis's dead body lying on the floor that had a pool of his own blood. It was no doubt a shocking sight, but both of their expressions didn't falter. For them, it was just another dead body. Nothing more.

The watcher went inside first. He approached Luis's body and saw the knife.

"It seems like master Tobias was given a favor." The watcher tells Cyrus as he handed the knife to him.

Of course, Cyrus also knows that Tobias wasn't the person who killed Luis, but its better that way. If they know that Tobias did this, then the family won't question it. It is Tobias's role to fulfill favors, and they cannot do anything that will become a hindrance to that.

Cyrus didn't even look at Luis. He took the knife and stared at the blood that stained it.

"Call for the cleaners and get rid of this body." Cyrus coldly instructed as he took out his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood off of the knife.

The watcher nodded his head and left the room. As soon as he closed the door, Cyrus wraps the knife with his handkerchief and tucked it in the back pocket of his pants. He took a deep breath and glanced at Luis's head. For some reason, he was glad that he saw the gunshot on his forehead. It meant that Vince was able to fulfill his request to use his gun, and that was more important to him than anything else.

Finally, after gathering all of his courage, Cyrus looked down at Luis's face. He stared at it for a couple of seconds, and without saying a word, a tear fell from his eyes.

Luis...was smiling.

On his final breath, he smiled.

Cyrus tried his best to keep his emotions in check, but the tears wouldn't stop. He covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound as his sobs tried to escape. He bit his lip and took a step back.

The smell of his blood filled the room, and Cyrus started feeling sick. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to throw a fit, he wanted to scream, but none of that was possible. The moment he'll show any sign of weakness, he will lose. There was no such thing as breaking down. There was no such thing as failure. In a family where every member is given a role that they must fulfill, nothing else is expected of them except for success.

This idea was implanted to them at a very young age. No one will understand them except for the family. All the pain that they felt in the past will not compare to the power and glory that they will receive after. The family knows best. That is what the Delton's believe in.

But Luis made sure...

He made sure that his masters knew of what true success was, and what the meaning of family is. He made sure that the siblings could trust no one but each other. He made sure that no matter the outcome, the four of them must work together to achieve the success that they truly desire. And that success...was getting out of this fucked up family.

"Master Cyrus." A man called out when the door once again opened.

Cyrus's body stiffens, and he puts his hands down from his mouth. He doesn't turn around to face the watcher. He didn't want him to see his current state.

"What is it?" He asked, trying his best to make sure his voice didn't shake.

"The cleaners will arrive shortly. Where do you want us to put the body?" He asked him.

Cyrus glanced at Luis for the last time. He gulped and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

"Master?" The watcher called out again when he noticed that Cyrus wasn't responding to him.

Cyrus clenched on his fist and finally replied, "Throw him in a river, burn him to ashes, feed him to the dogs, I don't care. It doesn't matter where you put a dead man's body. Just get him out of this mansion."

"Understood master." The watcher answered with a quick bow.

Cyrus took a deep breath and walked towards the window in front of Luis's desk. He stared at the view outside the small window as the cleaners arrived at the room. Cyrus didn't turn around as they start clearing the area. They picked Luis's body up like he was some kind of dead animal, and then they shoved him inside a body bag.

"Throw the body to a river that's far away as possible." The watcher told the cleaners as they lifted Luis's dead body up.

"Yes sir." They answered before heading out of the room.

Cyrus waited for a few more minutes before looking away from the window. He took a deep breath, turned around, and saw a spotless room. It was almost as if someone wasn't murdered here at all.

"You're finally out of this hell Luis. Just like what you always dreamed of." Cyrus told himself before walking out of the room with a blank expression.

Cyrus walked down the hallway, and the watcher immediately followed behind him.

"Call for my siblings. Tell them breakfast is ready." Cyrus said without turning his head to face him.

The watcher nodded and headed out first as if nothing happened. When the watcher was gone, Cyrus stopped in the middle of the hallway and took something out of his pocket. It was a recorder. He stared at it and took another deep breath.

The day wasn't over for Cyrus Delton. No matter what he felt, and no matter what he believed in, he had to see another dead body again. And this time, he will take the role of the Grim Reaper; a role that will curse him for as long as he shall live.