They'd reached the mansion, its familiar grandeur inexplicably revealing before their eyes. Silence enveloped the atmosphere. Standing under the moon in quiet, the house defended from nature and man.
"Every time I see your house, I have the urge to curse," Eltic said. "Seriously, it's so damn big."
"And you still cursed, ironic," Penelope sighed while pushing the gates.
"Well, at least I warned."
"What a useless warning."
They ambled toward the door, Penelope snapping her fingers. The door opened, and lights flickered around the grand estate.
The subtle, quick action provoked a whistle from Eltic. "Nice anti-burglary system. Really good."
"Oh, it's more than just for thieves," Penelope smiled mysteriously.
That expression caused a penetrating chill to race up Eltic's spine – those cold words that threatened someone.
"I take it you've not been happy as of late, heard about the mission trial."
