"Hehe what a sore loser."

Tibaut rubbed his eyes in an attempt to combat his sleepiness.

Like every other day, he was busy cleaning the mansion.

As he was about to finish his cleaning he heard a thud behind one of the doors.

"?"

"aw, why is this so high up?"

("Who was that?") He wondered to himself. He tried to open the door but it was locked. The person on the other side noticed as they called to him.

"woah, Elizabeth is that you?"

"Uh, no, it's Tibaut."

"..."

"Hello? By the way, who are you anyway, I don't think I've ever seen you around the mansion before."

"..."

Tibaut tilted his head at her silence.

("Well it did sound like she got hurt earlier so maybe she went unconscious?")

"Hey, are you okay?"

"..."

"If you don't respond I might have to break down the door to see you're okay."

"I'm good, don't worry about me. I'm just busy so I can't really respond so readily."

"Huh, that so."

"..."

Tibaut shrugged his shoulders and finished up his cleaning.

"What a strange girl. If I remember correctly Elizabeth said that it was a library, so is she some sort of researcher or something?"

While Tibaut did think it was a bit rude to hog a room that wasn't your own all to yourself, he had only read through two of the three books he had and with one left untouched it wasn't like he was going in there any time soon.

"Ugh, what a pain I have to go training with Elizabeth now."

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

He quickly rushed down the stairs and came outdoors before he realized something. It was the weekend.

His knees hit the floor and tears trickled down his face.

"THERE'S A GOD, I GET TO LIVE FOR TWO MORE DAYS, THANK YOU, THANK YOU GOD." He said with more passion than even the most devout pastors.

Elizabeth stood a few feet away training, puzzled at his reaction.

"You sure do like overreacting." She said to him.

"Shut up, let me enjoy this."

"But must you do it every weekend?" She asked exasperated.

"If I'm not thankful for moments like these, I might accept your beatings as unchangeable reality. These two days remind me what it's like to live as a human and not as a punching bag."

She rolled her eyes at his words and continued her training. She felt his words were harsh but reassured herself.

("Tibaut you are an uncut jewel and I will do all I can to get you dazzling no matter how much you complain. Though I feel like if I told him this he'd let it get to his head.") She thought to herself as she watched him walk away.

"So what do I do today?" He thought as he pulled some rabbit jerky out of his pocket and started snacking on it. After taking a bite of it and really giving the jerky a good look it reminded him about something.

He ate the jerky he was holding preceded to place every other piece that was in his pocket on the ground and waited. After scaring off the occasional bird and small carnivore, his target of interest appeared before him. It was Lucky.

"He really is always nearby."

It came up and then ate the jerky in the ground. It walked up to Tibaut, playfully bit his leg and played with him before trying to leave.

Tibaut decided to wrap a rope around the wolf's neck and take it on a walk.

"I'm curious about where this little guy goes most of the time and plus I've heard dogs really like walks."

Lucky looked at him with suspicion before Tibaut pushed him with his leg to start moving. The wolf started moving and Tibaut followed.

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"We've done nothing but walk around this forest for two hours? Is this all he really does?"

For the past few hours, Tibaut and the wolf had been walking around the forest. While the wolf occasionally attacked the bugs and rabbits he saw, for the most part, he was just running around the forest and pissing on some trees.

"Man, I thought this would be a lot more interesting. I remember seeing those videos of people setting gopros on their cats and they usually get up to do some interesting stuff. I guess dogs are just kinda boring in their free time."

While lamenting what a waste of time this was, Lucky pointed his head in a certain direction and kept it there for a few minutes as if he were analyzing something. He then took off running and the rope slipped from Tibaut's hand.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's the big idea here?" Tibaut said to the dog.

After seeing it enter a full sprint, he sighed and decided to chase after it.

"Was he waiting for this? Is he trying to ditch me, is there something he doesn't want me seeing?" He said while following him from a distance.

Eventually, they reached a less dense part of the forest. Tibaut slowed as he knew where this was.

"Wait a minute, this is where Ezekiel lives. And based on the direction Lucky was going, he was probably going to his house."

He walked at a leisurely pace while heading in Lucky's direction.

"Now that I think about it, he did say he knew the dog, but I didn't know he showed up to his house."

After walking for a while he smelled something. It was the scent of smoke. He looked at the sky but didn't see anything.

("Did a forest fire happen nearby?")

He paid it no mind and continued. Yet no matter how many steps he took the smell wouldn't go away. And he soon found the reason why.

When the cabin came into his view, even at the distance he was standing, he could tell one thing. It had been burned to the ground.