In the brightly lit night, the An family mansion was eerily silent, the tense atmosphere weighing on the servants for the past two days, living in fear of being caught in the crossfire of the masters' ire.
Down the pitch-black corridor, a figure leaned against the wall. From the silhouette, it was vaguely discernible that it was a man. He slowly lumbered ahead, clad in a dark ensemble that rendered him almost indistinguishable from the shadows. In the gloom, his eyes were the only discernible features.
The fourth floor was seldom frequented. Aside from the occasional cleaning by servants, it remained largely vacant.
The tall, thin figure abruptly halted, extracting a card from his pocket and swiftly sliding it across the door lock.
The small button on the door flashed, emitting a 'beep'. The man immediately glanced around, fearful of alerting others downstairs.
Assured that he was alone on the floor, the man confidently entered the room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
