THE DEMON SEES NEITHER FAMILY OR FOE
Noah had always been a man of few words, and today was no different. He looked at his son, Richmond, with an inscrutable expression, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and secrecy. Richmond, standing in the doorway of his room, raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he watched his father.
"Father, what's going on?" Richmond asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
Noah regarded his son for a moment before finally breaking the silence. "Richmond, I need you to get ready. We're going somewhere."
Richmond's curiosity deepened, and he couldn't help but press for more information. "Where are we going, Father?"
Noah's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile, but he remained tight-lipped. "I can't tell you just yet. But it's important. Get dressed, gather your things, and meet me at the front door in fifteen minutes."
