The chef wordlessly obeys, making his way over to the kitchen. "Ah yes, I am the only cook here, though the handmaiden assists me at times when she's available. I am always busy you see, having to cook for such a full house." He explained.

The handmaiden sits up a little straighter, "Of course, of course. Mistress Lindall... was a lovely young lady. She- she-" What little composure she had gathered immediately went into the metaphorical trashcan as the handmaiden began openly weeping again, "Oh it's horrible! It's horrible!" She exclaimed, "The- the gardener! It must be him! I know it just must be!"

"The shed? Sure, why not." Outside the gardener took out a ring of keys and inserted one into the padlock on the shed. The doors were opened with no flourish at all. It's a normal garden shed.

In Alice's room, there are two real objects. The table and the book. The words "hurrier" and "behinder" were written over and over again in red ink, hastily as if chasing one word after the other. Beneath all the red ink, the only thing visible is "Chapter VIII" in big bold letters.

Seis burst into tears again, sobbing along with the handmaiden... Gods help us all
"I-I'm, uhm, I'm sorry! But can... can you explain to me why, uhm, why (why)... you think it's him-mm-mm, er, him?"

Francis stepped inside and looked around for a closer inspection of the shed. He definitely wants to double make sure he sees every detail... What a strange boy. A very stubborn boy, adding on, because he's definitely not helping the investigation this way. XD

Silence nodded, inspecting the kitchen. They tried to think about all the horror games they and Seis would play together, thinking of questions they could ask.
"Oh! Can you tell me about everyone's relationships here? Like, how friendly everyone is to each other, or uh... not friendly? Any reoccurring problems with each other, yada yada... All that stuff?" Silence waved their hands around as they explained, not adding much to their question.