Richard stood by the window of his study, swirling the whiskey in his glass as he gazed out at the night sky.
The room was quiet, filled with papers and documents, but his thoughts were consumed by his sister's curse and the mysterious book in his father's study.
He longed to return to his father's study and investigate further, but the fear of his father's wrath kept him at bay.
If Duke Orson was indeed a member of the cult, how had Richard remained oblivious to it all these years?
And then there was Gilbert, the hero who had suddenly emerged from nowhere. A cult member as a hero? It was almost too absurd to believe.
The puzzle pieces weren't adding up, and it was driving Richard mad. He took another sip of whiskey, hoping to calm his nerves, but it did little to ease his troubled mind.
Then there was Beatrice, his cursed sister, who had been seeking him out to discuss the very book that plagued his thoughts.
