TERESA'S P.O.V.
Months had drifted by since I first set foot in Adrian's mansion, a place so grand it felt like stepping into another realm. The mansion sprawled endlessly, every inch of it exuding wealth, with fancy carvings on the ceilings, polished marble floors that stretched like sheets of ice, and walls lined with portraits whose painted eyes seemed to follow you down the endless halls. Despite its beauty, though, it was a cold beauty, one that left a lingering chill. The staff and residents moved like shadows, drifting from place to place with practiced elegance but barely a hint of warmth. They were polite, offering nods or stiff greetings in passing, but no one seemed truly friendly.
