Julian stepped into the musty, abandoned house, cobwebs clinging to his clothes.
The air was thick with neglect, and the silence was oppressive. He wondered how many decades this house had stood vacant.
As he ventured deeper, his footsteps echoed off the walls.
Julian's gaze swept the dusty rooms, searching for any sign of the blueprint.
Faded portraits hung askew, and forgotten furniture shrouded in dust sheets seemed to hold secrets.
Elizabeth's words resonated in his mind: "Please, I need you to take a crucial architectural blueprint for me."
"I want to hand it over to my little sweet girl, I couldn't teach her enough of which I should have. So I need to hand it to her before I leave. This blueprint should guide her through and make her be whatever she wants to be.
On normal ground, no one can ever send Julian Logan this sort of errand, he wants the founder to do any favor for someone.
