Lito moved through the darkened halls of Ravenwood Mansion, his footsteps silent as a whisper. The air hung heavy with the aftermath of the attack, a lingering chill that seeped into the very bones of the mansion. The servants, huddled in their quarters, spoke in hushed whispers, their fear palpable even through the closed doors.
Lito's amber eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in every detail. He paused at the shattered window in the servants' quarters, his gaze tracing the jagged edges of the broken glass. The intruder had entered and exited through this window, leaving no other signs of forced entry.
He knelt down, examining the shards of glass scattered on the floor. A faint, sulfurous odor clung to them, a telltale sign of demonic presence. Lito's lips tightened into a thin line. He had underestimated the enemy's cunning. They had found a way to bypass his wards, to infiltrate the mansion without triggering any alarms.
