As Blackthorn's cart stopped in front of Fairfax mansion, the difference between the two mansions became immediately apparent.
Unlike the eerie silence that shrouded Blackthorn's residence, Fairfax manor was a hive of activity.
Servants bustled about, tending to various tasks, while the sounds of life - laughter, chatter, and the clatter of dishes - echoed through the grand halls and spilled out onto the manicured grounds.
Gustavo leaped from the cart before it had fully stopped, his boots crunching on the gravel driveway as he strode purposefully towards the imposing front door of the mansion.
The evening sun cast long, dramatic shadows across the lawn, giving the scene an almost theatrical quality.
