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Doyum POV

I wake up extremely early today.

By the time it was 4:30 am I was out of bed.

I should probably get started on breakfast right now.

I have to keep it simple so I can leave quicker.

However, at the same it needs to up to the young masters standards.

Master Woojin doesn't really care too much about breakfast.

He used to eat with the young masters everyday but stopped after the disappearance of the previous mistress.

Speaking of mistress, I haven't seen Lady Bong's mom for a couple of days now.

It's almost as is she vanished into thin air.

Mr. Woojin's entire demeanor has changed lately.

If anyone asks about the current Mistress he dodges any questions regarding her and leaves.

I can't help but wonder what might be going on.

I don't know what it is, but whenever I think about it I get a really bad feeling in my gut.

It's like it's telling telling me that something isn't right.

And I agree, something isn't right.

Something seems off about that door.

I need to go back to that room.

I get my morning chores out of the way.

Finish making breakfast really quick.

I make cheese omelets with toast and place them on the table.

I wake up all the young masters and prepare Master Woojin's daily cup of coffee.

The plan was to go back to the trap door when everyone was gone but that's didn't work out too well.

During my morning cleaning I found out that master Yeonjun and lady (Y/N) were in fact still in the house.

I ended up getting the opportunity to go check a little later than I hoped.

The second they were out the house I run to my room and grab the key.

I also pack different flashlights in my pockets incase I need back ups.

I grab a mask to block out the stench and my camera to take photos.

I open my door ready to bolt out but when I do eomma is standing there.

"Eomma?!," I shriek accidentally.

Great, that's definitely looked natural.

She raises a brow at me in confusion.

"Yes Doyum?," she asks.

I clear awkwardly clear my throat her guide her toward the stairs.

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