AMAYA'S POV
After telling me the history of every person in the paintings on the wall, we walked to a different area in the house. He showed me around the property, telling me how many bedrooms there were in the mansions, talking more about the designs and how old some things were. It was interesting and at the same time, scary.
"Over sixty rooms? Wow," I said as we came to a stop in a hall full of people.
My brain clicked in a realization, almost like in a double take manner when I saw lots of people in the hall with us. They stood in groups, filling up almost every corner of the hall. I felt small as I noticed their eyes on mine then looked up at Stanley who smiled at me briefly. What were they doing here?
"What is going on?" I asked him as we walked over to the groups then stopped in their midst.
I glanced at each group. Most of them had particular uniformed styled outfits, and some looked dirty. I looked back at Stanley and raised an eyebrow at him.
