Stephen walked up the large steps to the building, taking in the scent of the nearby garden. There was something refreshing about this place that he loved. Not to mention a sense of family love that existed in ways most other families would never experience.<br/><br/>He was 23 years old, 6'4" and very muscular. There was a strongly confident air about him, which bordered on arrogance. He was the cousin and nephew of the lockhart family, who owned this beautiful estate.<br/><br/>Without bothering to knock, he opened the door and let himself in. As always, Stephen strutted around as if he owned the place, while he tried to find his family. One door that he passed was closed with a light visible coming from the other side. This place is so big that he has a hard time remembering correctly what is in each room, though he vaguely remembered this as a bathroom only his aunt used.<br/><br/>"Aunt Elizabeth?" He called through the door<br/>"It's me, Stephen...can I come in?" he asked and slowly reached for the handle.