[center][h2]Heinrich Von Wolfram[/h2][/center]

Upon entering the study Heinrich was treated with the stench of decay. Unlike most of the home which was clearly kept quite tidy the study had been a mess. There was dried blood, very clearly quite old, and one of the right-hand windows was busted out. Bookshelves line the walls, and one particular section appears to have been explored haphazardly as most of the books laid scattered around their shelves. There was an unlit fireplace in the middle of the two bookcases lining the back wall. There is also a chair seated in the middle of the study area. A few pieces of lounge furniture rest along the wall facing out towards the landing. 

Heinrich, working through his feeling of claustrophobia and general stuffiness, moved towards the section that had been searched through rather messily. His crimson eyes darting between the books before he eventually found himself stacking them side by side, almost fixing them while reading over the covers to see if any title interested him. In honesty, he went to that specific bookcase purely because it looked more interesting than the rest, such an arbitrary reason for such an astute lad. Heinrich let out a sigh as he stepped back from the the book case for a moment, unconvinced that any of these books would get him closer to what he desired. Instead, he took a random lump of books from the shelf that he had so maticulasy put together to begin sorting through.

If there was any chance that this place held a magical connection, then perhaps that meant the Red-Eyed witch had visited this place or left a clue. While Heinrich’s reasoning to this hunch was unknown, he just felt that there might be something, some tug at his consciousness told him to at least search through the books. He took the books back to the chair, ignoring the blood he saw around. Upon turning towards the chair he was greeted by the sight of a skeleton strewn lazily on the cushion. The wrists of the skeleton left impressions in the arms of the chair, and dark red stains ran down from the wrists to the arms of the chair before trailing down into a dried stain on the floor of the study. 

Gazing upon the Skeleton for a few mere moments, Heinrich simply sighed and walked towards the chair, stating in a more neutral tone, “Slit wrists are not exactly a grand way to die. Though, at least it probably freed you from the hell within this fog.” The lad set the books on the floor next to the chair before he unsheathed his rapier to prod and push the skeleton off the chair. The bones fell to the ground,  as did a crumpled up piece of parchment, scattering across the floor as Heinrich replaces the skeleton’s spot. At least the scattering of the bones had broke the eerie silence. Though, Heinrich did raise an eyebrow at the parchment, he reached over and picked it up.

The newly-made magician unraveled the paper and began to read. 

	[i]I thought myself mad when I heard those damned cries from downstairs. I thought, somehow,maybe there was still someone down there.... I never imagined the creature I saw lurking in that wine cellar. It nearly ripped me apart. Could it have been Agnis? I’m not sure what is real anymore. I find myself losing a grip on my sanity. Horrors of things done by my hand haunt my nightmares. Connor hasn’t said a word to me in days. I wanted to leave this forsaken place, but a force compels me here. I cannot leave here, and I know that beast hunts me. 

I, Edward Frey, will not let it have the satisfaction of killing me. Neither will I have it run me from my home. Edna, Enora, Amelie, Edmund, and Marie...you were right. Forgive me. I love you all so dearly. [/i]

“The wine-cellar?,” Heinrich asked to himself, he stroked his chin for a moment wondering about what to do about this creature that was supposed in the wine cellar. There was the possibility that it would still be there, but at the same time, it might have strayed to death given the state of the bones of the skeleton that he had so rudely disturbed. Furthermore, it seemed that there may have indeed been some magical essence that had been bestowed upon this house, which would indeed explain his sudden stuffiness and claustrophobic feeling. He contemplated for a moment once more before turning to leave the room which he had wanted to use for his own purposes.