It was late at night and Claude had nothing to do since demons didn't need sleep. So he decided to go bother Hannah. "Hannah?" Claude called her name "Yes?" she was down the hall. So he walked toward her and into the room she was in. "Hannah." "Yes?" "Hannah." "Yes...?" "Hannah." "Y-Yes..." "Hannah." "Is something wrong do you need something?" she asked "Hannah" Claude paused and looked Hannah up and down. Hannah felt a bit nervous and she did not like him looking at her like that. "Hannah, are you Mexican?" Claude said with his usual serious expression. "Uhm, n-no..." "Are you Jamaican?" "N-no..." "Are you Cuban?" "N-no! Why are you asking me these things?" Hannah felt uneasy and didn't want to be near him anymore. Claude looked at her with his usual blank face and turned around "Lo siento, señorita..." He said as he walked away. Hannah was confused and afraid so she made sure she locked the door hoping he wouldn't come back. Claude walked across the manor to the front door and went outside and sighed. He looked up at the sky and took off his glasses and whispered to himself "Estoy triste..."
The end