Hunter POV
It's eerie. The rooms are all black with only the faintest light coming from the windows. The mansion is empty. There is no staff, no sign of life anywhere. It almost looks as though the house has been abandoned. Thick dust covers everything from the paintings that are on the walls to the furniture, some of which are covered in white sheets, resembling a ghostly past. I frown, glancing around, wondering what it is about this place that seems so familiar. What about this place tickles my memory and my mind as I move silently from room to room, glancing idly at the small knick-knacks that have been left behind and the photographs that sit haphazardly on small beside tables. I pick one up, glancing down at it. It's of me, my arm around a woman, but whose name eludes me. Her big br
