Draven,
The grand double doors stood before me, a silent reminder of everything I had left behind. I hesitated for only a moment before pushing them open. The hinges groaned slightly, but the silence inside swallowed the sound immediately.
The air was thick with the scent of polished wood, faint traces of cigar smoke, and a lingering sterility that felt oddly suffocating. I hadn’t been here in months, but nothing had changed. That, somehow, made it worse.
As I stepped inside, my footsteps echoed against the marble floors, stark and unwelcome. I didn’t belong here anymore.
“Young Master!”
I turned my head slightly, already knowing who it was. Butler Sean stood in the hallway, his usually composed face marred by an expression of surprise and unease.
“Why are you here?” he asked, h
