Orson
The mansion was a maze of grandeur and opulence, it reminded me of my old home. But there was no time to marvel at its splendor. We were on a mission — to find anything that could lead us to Cyra. Or at least, uncover her plans.
After splitting up from Kine and Roxanne, I headed straight for the basement. Basements were often repositories of secrets, a place to hide things you didn't want anyone to find. Like, how the royal castle had a long, endless dungeon underneath that once house thousands of political prisoners.
As I descended the stone steps leading the Cyra's basement, the temperature dropped, sending a chill up my spine. The only sound was the echo of my footsteps against the cold stone walls. The chill wasn't the typical one that people got from enter wine caves and the like, this one was sharper and more steep.
