<div style="text-align: justify;">The two girls gasped softly in surprise when they saw Damian was that close. They hadn't seen him coming, and were terribly surprise and a little scared. Everything about that place and the people in it brought them an uneasy feeling. Damian's sudden appearing right behind them didn't really make much to put their fears at ease. The two girls looked at each other, their expressions saying it all. What had they gotten themselves into? Well, whatever it was, it was too late to turn back now. "Very well", Missie murmured when Damian said he would only be showing them around. She didn't really trust him, but there wasn't much of a choice right now.<br/><br/>Trying to shift focus from the concerns in her mind, Missie paid attention to the house. It was a beautiful place, she had to admit that, despite the eerie feeling it gave her. It looked like something out of a movie. And there was an underlying artificial feeling about it. Not the physical structure - Missie was sure it was real. It was the feeling of being on a stage, instead of a house. The feeling was getting stronger an stronger at each footstep, and all Missie wanted was to be alone for a few minutes and have time to think. <br/><br/>As they entered the kitchen, Missie looked around. The place looked terribly old fashioned. And yet, there was a pleasant feeling to it. Missie loved cooking, and that kitchen brought her a good feeling, for the first time since she had set foot in the castle. Missie could feel that this place would probably be her shelter when she felt too stressed. Which - Missie suspected - would be a frequent occurrence. "Thank you", the girl finally murmured. She wondered why nothing would be missed, and Damian's words brought that uneasy feeling back to her heart.<br/><br/>When he said those words, <span style="font-style: italic">moving on</span>, both girls nodded and followed him. Missie's mind returned to Anne. What was happening to her, alone with Marcel, made her nervous for the other girl.</div>