As the luxurious trappings of Ohm's estate surrounded Owel, his thoughts were consumed with worry about his parents' safety. He couldn't shake the image of Neoma's defiant stare and the vile smile on Ohm's face. Resolved to ensure his parents were unharmed, he approached Ohm with trepidation.
"Mr. Consunji," he began, his voice wavering slightly. "What about my parents? Are they safe?"
Ohm smirked, clearly relishing his anxiety. Behind him stood two of his men, their presence a constant reminder of the threat they posed.
"Follow me," he said, turning on his heel and leading Owel down a dimly lit corridor.
The air grew colder as they descended into the bowels of the mansion, the opulence of the upper floors giving way to stark, unadorned walls. Ohm walked with a distinctive limp, usin
