Giovanni
"Grayson Mansion?" I repeated as I tried to sit.
I wanted to see if I was indeed in a mansion. My eyes looked around again and I couldn't understand how I got there.
I was with Davis, then he poisoned me and had me dumped or better to say buried somewhere, the how did I suddenly get into this place.
I looked around again, thoroughly examining the place.
The room was vast, its walls lined with shelves holding ancient artifacts and statues, I couldn’t begin to name.
Heavy velvet curtains draped the windows, blocking out the morning sun, though a few determined rays managed to slip through, casting streaks of light across the polished wooden floor.
The scent of cedarwood and lavender lingered in the air, a comforting contrast to the damp, mossy odor of the forest where I ha
