Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Meeting her- Part 1
When they left the mansion, Belle couldn't stop but release a sigh of relief, "I don't want to meet that thing again," she said not bothering to peep outside the window and wave her hand at the switcher, "Why not tell the council about it?" she asked Lucas.
"The council is the most unreliable place right now," said Lucas to her. One because there were already corrupt people in there, there was a reaper who was helping and then there were switchers, "If word went out that it was you who found it, we will soon have another mass murder in the mansion. What did the switcher say?"
"Nothing much except for the fact that it wanted to be me?" to have another person like her, she couldn't imagine it and she didn't want it, "Lucas...I still don't know what my purpose is. Is it to deflect death? Am I supposed to save people? But you spoke something about the butterfly effect."