The villa's basement housed a specially modified room.
Los Manchini lay on the bed, clutching a silver cross tightly. In his dream, he suddenly heard someone faintly calling his name.
"Los... Los..."
Jolted awake, Los shrank back in terror.
Only when the voice from outside gradually became clearer did his expression slowly relax.
It's Dad's voice!
"Dad! I'm still here, nothing's wrong!"
As soon as Los's voice was heard, the calling from outside suddenly stopped. A strange silence instantly enveloped the surroundings.
This sudden quietness made the blond boy's heart pound with unease. He didn't understand why his father had stopped speaking.
He slowly walked to the golden door engraved with various Runes, wanting to check on his father.
The next second, his father's voice sounded again, much clearer this time, as if the person had come closer.
"Los, open the door and come out. We're safe now!"
