Damien slipped through the mansion's entrance like a shadow, his steps calculated as he moved down the dim hallway. The eerie quiet only heightened his focus. When he reached a large wooden door, his hand hesitated on the handle.
"Who are you?"
A voice echoed, causing his pulse to spike. He turned sharply but quickly realized it came from elsewhere—far off in the mansion, not directed at him. Wasting no more time, Damien turned the knob and entered the room, softly closing the door behind him, his movements smooth and deliberate.
He took in the room with a glance—spacious, grand, luxurious, yet cold. It was almost the size of a suite you'd find in the best hotels, with a chandelier dangling overhead, casting a muted glow over the sleek leather furniture and polished wooden floors.
