"Young master, you can return to your rest. Leave Mr. Fur to us," a middle-aged man in a butler's uniform stepped forward after the interminable silence, defusing the awkward scene.Young master?Kyle's interest was piqued."Yes, I'll leave it to you then."Sure, watching a man wallow in a veritable ocean of human waste was entertaining enough, the kind of spectacle that would normally merit a few extra gawks and maybe a sneaky picture or two for the 'gram. But as the perpetrator, Kyle could hardly stand back and enjoy the show - best to make himself scarce. And if he was being honest, he didn't much care what became of the victim. Roaming the halls at witching hour playing at ghosts only to get doused in excrement… that was just karma at work.Besides, Kyle had bigger fish to fry. Namely, his own situation.Judging by the onlookers' behavior and the manor's lavish decor, he had a sneaking suspicion about his current circumstances.He was back with House Lither.Granted, the specifics
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