Elliott and Mr. Foster were led through the grand entrance of the mansion, its aged wooden doors creaking softly as they opened. The air was thick with an aura of history, and the soft glow of antique chandeliers illuminated their path.
Behind them, Raphael moved with a graceful silence, his steps barely audible on the polished marble floors. They were ushered into a lavish sitting room adorned with richly upholstered furniture, ornate tapestries, and shelves lined with leather-bound books that whispered tales of a bygone era.
Seated upon a plush sofa, Elliott and Mr. Foster exchanged curious glances as Raphael gracefully took a seat beside them. The ambient light from the room's chandeliers cast a warm, flickering glow, casting gentle shadows that danced across the walls.
Raphael cleared his throat softly and, with a wave of his hand, summoned Mr. Peter, the mansion's butler, to attend to their needs.
