Karl
The mansion is dimly lit and quiet as I slip in through the kitchen window; much unlike the way it was earlier when it seemed as if everyone and their mother was attending Damon’s gala. That could be either a curse or a blessing; if there are no guards, then I should be able to easily slip around in search of Abby.
But, with no crowds to sneak through this time, I could also get caught before I can ever find Abby.
I start by carefully peeking my head out of the kitchen, where I’m met with a dimly lit—and rather empty—hallway. I don’t see any security cameras just from a cursory look, but I can’t be too careful, so I decide to keep my hood up and maintain a casual look as I walk down the hall.
At this late hour, I would imagine that the night security is likely nodding
