Broken mirrors rested on the rotting floor covered in mold, as a metal bat lay in the mess of scattered glass. Visible on the glass that remained on the wood frame, were droplets of tears, and cyanide that slide between the cracks.

What satisfied me was the dead body that lay in front of me, eyes rolled to the back of the head, and pale skin before death.

"Hehe... hahaha!!!"

Lightning struck somewhere nearby the mansion, the thunder roaring through the hallways into the room I was in. Rain slipped through the boards and small splotches of raindrops splashed silently on my suit.

But I didn't care.

Smiling, I walked out of the wrecked room to the common room on the first floor, two floors below me. As I decended the staircase, I looked into the halls to make sure there wasn't a rabid animal hiding somewhere. Though it wasn't very thorough search through just a glance, I had particularly good hearing, so even just a slight scitter across the floor would be brought to my attention.

I stopped at the first floor and entered the common room, taking a moment to look at the steps that led to the basement. The darkness that consumed that area of the mansion almost seemed like a real person. Like someone had occupied that entire two floors.

In the old fridge, I grabbed a pinkish apple with brown spots, and took note of the bugs that crawled in the corners of the compartments.

As I took a savory bite of the fruit, I sat down on the musty sofa, pillows near both armrests. I took my rightful place there, laying, my feet and head resting on the dusty pillows.

My job is finished.

I snatched the remote off the coffee table and turned on the TV, but to my dismay, no response.

Shit... the electricity is out.

I threw the useless device across the room at the TV, breaking the screen, wires and other electrical materials revealed.

Without anything else to keep me amused, I turned on the radio instead, and surprisingly, I got a signal.

"We have now reached the end of the third month that the mayor of Vocapolis has gone missing, along with his family, portrait, and entire fortune. Through several police searches and investigations, they are now spreading the search to suburbs and other surrounding cities. If you have any information that would aid in the search, please dial..."

I chuckled again, and thought, what idiots, he's dead.

Though police wouldn't presume someone dead after three months, I would've already. Someone as important as him would've been found a long time ago if he was alive and in their area. After six more years of worthless searching, he would finally be presumed dead.

Unless...

"Haha!!"

I couldn't hold back a laugh. The image of bringing his dead body right to the police station was hilarious. The looks on their faces would be priceless! Though, it would be a a shame to not be able to take a picture, since I had no working photographic devices at the moment.

As I continued listening to the radio, I gazed at the portraits of many generations that lined the walls. Most of the people displayed had blonde hair and varying colored eyes. But the color that was most common was red. Just like blood.

The freshest portraits were either sides of the broken TV, the faces etched into my brain, into the darkest corners of my mind. The two pairs of red eyes and blonde hair looked at me with pure boredom, but as I looked deeper into the the orbs, I saw resentment, deep rage.

And I had ended all of that today.

All it took was three months worth of games.