Leonardo stood at the base of the grand staircase, staring upwards at the mirror that loomed ominously at the top. The stairs twisted and turned, leading into the hidden depths of the mansion. A shiver ran down his spine, though the air was warm. He sighed deeply, adjusting his outfit once more, nervously brushing off imaginary specks of dust from his neatly pressed shirt.
"Okay, just go up there and tell her: 'I lied, ma'am, your husband is still alive. I just did it to get out of that situation.'" He repeated the words under his breath, almost like a desperate mantra. The weight of his actions pressed heavily on him. Who wants to die in a bathroom, with nothing but a white shirt to cover themselves?
