A drop fell on his face.
He opened his eyes to a wolf snarling above his face. The man standing next to them held the wolf back on leash. He tried to remember how he had got here.
The place was familiar…
It was the old house that he and his friends used to play in as children.
Nobody came there anymore.
“Let me go! I’m rich and will pay you handsomely”
“Your money is worth nothing here. We value beauty”
The colour drained from his face as he realised how the statues in the garden had such realistic features.