Twenty minutes was the critical limit in Dean's mind.
Inside the attic, alarms blared.
Although it was unlikely to reach the town, an infuriated Dean nonetheless shot out every one of those alarm devices.
As a bungling assassin, he decided to go all in. He turned on the lights in the house and conducted a quick search.
The attic had only two stories. Within minutes, Dean had cursorily checked all the rooms.
Not a soul inside.
Beyond that, Dean found signs of life in a storeroom on the first floor.
Judging by the clothes and ornaments, they were similar to the pajamas of the person who had died on the second floor.
But the bed in the storeroom was surprisingly luxurious, clashing with the surrounding environment.
Dean guessed that this Brownhagen character usually lived in the master bedroom on the second floor, but when it came to sleeping, he shamelessly swapped beds with his servant.
So where was he? Not sleeping in the dead of night, where the devil had he gone?
