The manor platform in the night.
The helicopter's lights, flashing on and off.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The rotor blades spun faster and increasingly fiercely, growing louder. A middle-aged man looking like a butler yelled into the cabin to the father and son bowing towards the helicopter, "Hurry up!"
"Sir, let me carry the cookware for you first!"
The butler extended a hand towards Guzman, who was struggling to board. The great owl hesitated, hearing the faint approaching footsteps behind him, then gritted his teeth and handed the cookware to his trusted subordinate of many years. He freed a hand to grab the metal door in an attempt to board, but was suddenly filled with the cunning laughter that echoed through the night sky. The butler tore off his sheep's clothing to reveal a wolfish nature and kicked Guzman away.
Roars of anger, the shrill cries of betrayal, momentarily drowned out the chaotic screams.
