After I told my parents everything, the brothers and I hung out a lot. They are really great guys, and I have no idea why my moms would be so hateful towards others outside our family. These two have become really great friends, and I enjoy spending time with them.

Everything became pretty routine after that. I painted a lot, I even started making money by selling them to a local gallery. It was getting really nice living here.

Unexpectedly Macaron asked me to take a walk with him through the park. I didn’t think much of it, I just thought maybe he wanted to tell me he finally passed the detective exam or whatever it was he was doing with that. That’s what I thought, but…