When Viktor and Evelyn arrived home, the atmosphere was tense. The encounter with Alaric had left them both on edge, and the unanswered questions lingered in the air like a heavy fog. As they walked up the driveway, Viktor noticed an envelope placed conspicuously on the doorstep.
He picked it up, his brows furrowing in concern. "Evelyn, go inside. I'll join you in a moment."
Evelyn nodded, her curiosity piqued but obeying her father's command. She entered the house, casting one last glance at the envelope in Viktor's hand before heading to her room.
Viktor stood on the porch, the cool evening air brushing against his skin as he carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper, the words scrawled in a hurried, almost frantic script. As he read, his expression grew darker, the warning clear and unmistakable.
