63: Possible.

It is sworn by everything that should not be, that he was beginning to hate the sudden appearances of everyone who lived in the mansion. First Melia, and now the brown-eyed one.

"Damn it. Unfortunate," muttered the snow-haired one, hitting Fox's chest. "It almost gave me a heart attack," he said, holding his hand to his chest.

"Oh, really?" Fox asked, quickly closing the door of the room and standing in front of it. "A thousand apologies, my friend," he said with his characteristic square smile.

Elijah looked at him angrily and sighed. "The door... I want to know..."

"Where, where were you?" Fox interrupted with a cough.

Elijah looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly, clearly nervous. He was seconds away from seeing what was inside that room, but as his luck would have it, someone always appeared to prevent him from doing so. He wanted to know whatever was in there, as it seemed to affect everyone's behavior.

He sighed once again, with resignation. "The door opened on its own,