With an eerie feeling but no evidence, the two restrained their thoughts, and the group returned to the second floor to fix the broken light switch.
Outside, the rainstorm roared with thunder and lightning, as if the sky itself was in a foul mood.
The traces of the fight in the living room were cleaned up, leaving no sign of any issues.
Night fell, and the thunderstorm continued.
"Boom-boom-boom!"
Flashes of lightning illuminated the living room, casting light on the faces of the eight emotionless bodyguards, who looked like wooden stakes.
The next day.
It was still raining heavily outside, with the sky dull and heavy, casting a gloomy pall over the earth. The oppressive atmosphere inevitably colored everyone's mood with a touch of melancholy and sorrow.
Everyone got up, washed, and went downstairs to sit at the dining table, waiting for the chef to bring out the prepared breakfast.
