Jane Sterling's pupils constricted as she pointed at the middle-aged man in black lying before the ancestral grave.
"Joy, is that your dad?"
Joy Fischer stood up and looked ahead, her pupils constricting.
"Yes, that's my dad!"
With that, she rushed forward, squatting down to nudge the middle-aged man on the ground.
The middle-aged man's forehead was bleeding, as if he had slammed it against a pillar.
But it seemed some time had passed; the blood on his forehead had started to dry, forming a small scab.
"What happened?"
Joy Fischer was at a complete loss. She nudged the man on the ground again.
"Dad, please wake up!"
Jane looked at the scene before her, then glanced at the time on her phone.
"We need to get out of here, fast."
Then, Joy and Jane flanked the man and, with every ounce of strength they possessed, began to drag him away.
Luna was strong. She single-handedly pulled the butler up from the ground, hoisted him over her shoulder, and began the difficult walk.
