Eye of Death

On a rainy autumn day, rain tapped against the glass, and faint sunlight lit the second-floor bedroom window at 6 Saint Derain Square. Shade held Luvia for quite a while before finally speaking:

"Oh, no, not us. Little Mia was just too heavy!"

"Meow?"

The orange cat that had struggled out of the wreckage of the bed tilted its head at him.

"Is that so?"

Luvia was so amused she laughed, though at least she seemed to be in a much better mood:

"I'm genuinely curious what exactly you did last night. Even considering our intimate relationship, I find it hard to imagine a sturdy metal bed being wrecked like this."

She gently pushed Shade away.

"I told you, Mia exceeded the weight limit, and this bed was rather old to begin with."

Shade muttered, bending down to pick up the puffed-up cat. It had been frightened just now.

"How are you going to clean this up? Are you planning to use your lifespan to restore this bed to how it was before last night?"

Luvia asked again. Shade thought about it, then shook his head:

"No. I plan to move into the Master Bedroom. The bed there was replaced during the last renovation. I only need to change the room's decorating style and replace that old desk. As for this place, Leisha's maids can help deal with it this afternoon. She was saying this morning that the bedroom's decor was too old-fashioned and wanted to help me get some new furniture."

"You've finally decided to move into the Master Bedroom? Very good. It seems you've completely said goodbye to that detective from the past."

Luvia did not look at the ruined bed again. Instead, she turned toward the doorway and suddenly said softly:

"Shade, is the bed in the