Darius left the Garfield mansion early in the morning. He did not inform anybody where he was going. Taking the familiar route- that he had used for a quite few times recently- he reached that corner of the forest where he tied his horse to his usual place.
Making sure that no one was watching him, Darius entered the dense bushes till he reached the known door. Walking through the door, he walked inside the dark cave. He stopped at the railing, looking down at the world he had created on his own.
The same cries and pleadings fell on his ears, along with the sounds of slapping and cursing. Darius walked down the stairs to reach the bottom.
Hilton was already there waiting for Darius.
Unlike any other time, Hilton's face was morphed into concern. And Darius knew why.