"This is the master's bedroom."
The maid said with a solemn look on her pretty face.
Fang Raon entered the room, but as soon as he did, the stench of blood attacked his nostrils like a spoiled corpse that had been left to rot for days.
The bedsheet was stained with dark red splotches.
"That's where the master died."
The maid said.
"Tell me how your master likes to sleep. Will he leave a window open or closed? Does he lock the door or anything like that?"
Fang Raon asked while he went straight to the windows and checked their condition. His hand brushed against the cold glass, leaving a ghostly imprint.
"My master is vulnerable to the cold, so he likes to sleep with windows closed, and he also likes to sleep with his door closed.
"Back when my master was still a child, one night, a couple of robbers broke into the house, and it left a very deep imprint on him.
