Without Honour
It was a dim and peaceful night at the Adams household. Mrs and Mr Adams were indulging in their hobbies of handcrafting. Their sixteen-year-old son, Ace, was in his room reading an audiobook about a detective skeleton and magic. His brother, older by seven years, Link was working on a project for his next single and their ten-year-old sister was playing with the family cats, Rika and Cheetah. The children’s rooms were upstairs, the brothers having the rooms right in front of the stairs next to each other, and Freya’s on the right side of Ace’s room; with the bathroom left on the left side of Link’s room. Downstairs was the Living Room which connected to the dining room and the kitchen. The kitchen was narrow and spacious at the same time. The door, however, was a sliding one that took quite some effort to open. Once opened, the front door can be seen facing the kitchen. The house has a driveway, and the light detects motion in front of it and turns on, so it was odd to have it happen at 11 pm on a Saturday. The family was not expecting any visitors, so they thought it might’ve been a fox. Recently Mrs Adams put out a unique vase of the most beautiful and most magnificent golden flowers. Ace and Link had sarcastic comments about them at first but Freya spoke out everyone’s thoughts when she expressed her awe in them.