It was an ordinary day at the Phatomhive mansion at least we thought. Finnian didn't come out of his room today for his usual routine. Meyrin sat at the table with her male friend Bard. She circled her fork around the round plate, holding her head up by her hand. Bard, however, was eating like he hasn't in days. His mouth full of eggs and bacon, he looked at Meyrin."What's wrong?" He muffled as he swollen the lot. The girl with maroon hair sighed."It's Finnian...He hasn't been acting like his happy self." The male took a huge swallow of the glass of Orange juice."It'll be fine! Maybe he is just getting sick!" After their breakfast, she placed