The gates were open and unguarded when Arsalan got to the mansion. The air was thick with an eerie stillness that set his nerves on edge. "Something's off," he muttered as he surveyed the scene.
He parked his vehicle closer to the hedges, opting to remain discreet. With a careful hand, he turned off his headlights, plunging the surroundings into darkness. The night was filled with the haunting chirping of crickets, but there was an unsettling absence of any other sound. Arsalan's instincts kicked in; he knew better than to underestimate the quiet.
In a cautious move, Arsalan retrieved his gun, feeling its familiar weight in his hands. He held it forward, ready to confront whatever threat lay ahead. The shadows played tricks on his mind as he approached the mansion, each step deliberate a
