As Sebastian fell asleep, the world wasn't so peaceful anymore. Broken mirrors, eyes staring at him, a redness filling somewhere in the outer corners of his vision, eyes--
He woke with a gasp, clinging onto the sheets as if they were his last lifeline.
"All I know is... that I have both good and bad memories from this house... and that the bad ones are involved with the reason my parents perished from this world... that's all I know." Sebastian said sadly. There were no portraits of the family in the house, so Sebastian could barely recall his parents' faces.