The evening fell softly around Evelyn's home, casting a warm, comforting glow through the windows as the family gathered for dinner. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, a contrast to the tense atmosphere that had been brewing since Viktor's unsettling encounter with Thomas Greene's messenger.
Evelyn's mother, Isabella, worked efficiently in the kitchen, setting the table with practiced ease. Her movements were calm, almost serene, but there was an underlying curiosity in her eyes as she glanced toward her daughter and husband, who were seated at the table. Viktor had been unusually quiet since the owl's visit, his thoughts consumed by the dire warning he had received. Evelyn, too, was preoccupied, her mind racing with the implications of their conversation.
