"I don't know about that, I see myself losing at strip poker unfortunately." Otto said sarcastically. As much as Otto enjoyed her flirting, he could never understand the woman. Did she just love messing with the minds of men, or was she serious about all the things she said. Then the elder entered the room and greeted then as children. This angered Otto in ways they all could not imagine, he had fought through wars, he had seen his father die right before his eyes, and unfortunately, disrespected him by not burying his body.

Otto made a fist with his hands and let out a string of curse words under his breath. Otto left his place on the couch and stalked into the kitchen, he would have taken blood, but he was not in the mood for it. He grabbed a cheery popsicle stick from the freezer, and bit into it, leaving only half of the icy treat on the stick. He walked back into the room and sat on the couch once again, and let his mind wander. Otto was about to bit into his treat once again, but was interrupted when he heard screams. They were feint, but he could still here them, they were not to far from the Manor. Otto walked outside onto the porch and looked around, it was coming from a home that was visible from were he was standing. Otto squinted, he could barely make out the form of a body on a roof, not to far from the Manor. "Hey guys, come take a look at this." He said aloud.