The vast hall loomed around them, its silence broken only by the soft, careful steps of Lucius and Catherine as they ventured deeper into the shadows. Faded tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of battles and ancient ceremonies, their colors long drained by time. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of old wood, giving the mansion an aura of forgotten secrets.
Lucius moved with a quiet authority, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed ahead. Catherine followed closely, her steps light and cautious, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she tried to heed his stern warning: not to touch anything.
“Stay close,” he commanded, his voice a low murmur that carried a hint of warning. “And keep your hands to yourself. I don’t want any accidents.”
“Yes, Lucius,” she replied
