Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three gunshots shattered the eerie silence of Château Noir, the Azakura family’s sprawling estate in Yvelines, Île-de-France. The sound echoed through the vast gardens, startling birds into the sky. But the chaos that followed wasn’t fleeting—it was suffocating.
“You’re a monster!” Eula screamed, her voice raw and trembling as two female security guards held her arms in a vice-like grip. Her breath came in short gasps, her chest heaving with a mixture of terror and fury.
Not far from her lay the crumpled, lifeless bodies of Alfred, Marie, and Layla. Blood pooled around them, staining the gravel path with a dark, visceral reminder of the violence that had just unfolded. Eula’s stomach churned, and she felt bile rise in her throat as her gaze fell upon their still forms.
