The double doors swung open with a soft, controlled creak, revealing a grand hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly, like something out of a storybook. Reggie's men held the doors wide, standing with rigid posture, as though to emphasize that they were as much a part of the architecture as the marble floors and intricate columns lining the space. Every inch of this mansion radiated opulence, each detail meticulously arranged to signal wealth, history, and a certain kind of mystery that drew me in as much as it made me wary.
As we entered, my gaze was pulled up, my breath catching at the sheer scale of the place. The marble floor beneath us gleamed like polished glass, so pristine I could see reflections in it. The walls were adorned with gold-framed portraits of stern-faced figures, the
