The world around them shimmered, and Samantha felt the familiar tingle of a time jump. As the light faded, they were in an unfamiliar setting – a dimly lit manor, its walls adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate furnishings.
Beside her, Marcus tensed, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of recognition and unease. "This is Belmont's estate," he murmured, his voice low. "We're about to witness the beginning of my bitter rivalry with him."
Samantha squeezed his hand, offering him a reassuring smile.
They moved through the manor, the sounds of their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. Suddenly, a commotion erupted from a nearby room, followed by the sound of shattering glass.
