Chapter 51

John felt really uncomfortable. All of his wounds had healed by now but his clothes were still bloody and smelly. He couldn't sit anywhere scared that he would mess up the expensive furniture so while Lun had disappeared somewhere in a rush he had to simply pace back and forth in the living room until someone gave him enough attention so he could ask them what was he supposed to do now. Many servants passed by the hallway outside, men or women but none of them even turned their heads to look at him. That and the fact that they all looked extremely snobbish scared the young man. 

He sighed as he traced the little red lines that one of Lun's paintings had. It was abstract, John had no idea who had painted it but it was definitely something. The vibrant red, the golden slashes and the black background. Just with random colors the man could feel something, it was upsetting him though so he averted his gaze.