In the castle, Lilly and Hector were walking around and tending to the manner. They were having a simple conversation about the seasons and the weather, both avoiding the conversation of the rose. They knew the master would be brooding and sulking in the north wing. The estate had fallen into disrepair since the event years ago, and all attempts to fix the castle always seemed to fail. It would seem that the curse had sunken it's claws into the very soil. Jerome walked up next to them and joined in their conversation. All the while, Massa was cleaning the last of the dishes from last night.<br/><br/>The castle was dark, the stones looked like shadows and coal built up to form the fortress. All the way around it, the trees were dying and what other bits of plant life were simply withered husks. No animals dared to tread the grounds, and no human dared to enter the gate, for it was made from bones. No one knew what kind of bones, but they were bones none the less<br/><br/>Claude was in his study, the candles had long ago burnt out, but he didn't want them replaced. The room was a disaster, book shelves tipped over, paintings shredded from the walls, and the bed that had been torn to pieces and strew all over. The only thing that wasn't ruined was a single table, small and grey, with a single rose upon it. The rose had a faint glow, but other than that, it seemed normal. Claude paced in the room, his brown hair back in a ponytail and his green eyes distant. He knew that tomorrow night was the full moon, and it set him even more on edge that usual. With a swift change of pace, Claude headed out onto the balcony. His clothes were in tatters, serving no protection from the cold, but it didn't bother Claude. His thoughts kept their pace and tormented him.