The guts

It had been weeks since the police visited the manor, and our investigation into the mole who had set us up had yielded no results. The tension in the mansion was palpable, and everyone was on edge, especially my father. I sighed as I thought about his recent behavior - he was clearly hiding something from us, but I had no evidence. His anxiety and suspiciousness were starting to unnerve me.

Just then, Terrone announced, "Namiro is here to see you, and she looks pissed." My dad grumbled in annoyance and stormed upstairs to his room. It was strange behavior, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My dad was acting like a shadow of his former self, and it was scary to admit.

I stood up and walked into the sitting room, where Namiro was waiting. She was dressed in a stunning red velvet dress, her legs crossed and a scowl on her face. "Damn, red is totally your color," I said with a chuckle as I approached her. But before I could reach her, she exploded, "Why the fuck are you not