In the most secluded part of the mansion, where once Michael's parents resided, there was a balcony, bigger than any other in the mansion. A figure, a pretty tall one, could be seen walking through the hall leading to the grand room of William Specters and Zara Specters.
Twisting the knob, the door opened. Once inside, the person closed the door. It was completely dark with no lights remaining on in the middle of the night. Turning on the ambient light, the person made themselves comfortable over the bed.
Taking hold of the photo from the bedside table, he brought it close to his chest; soon enough, tears trickled down his cheeks, and he took silent sobs. It was none other than Michael. He still had memories of childhood intact and currently, his kindergarten mindset was seeking his parents.
