Selene arrived at the Cain Mansion under a sky that never knew sunlight.
A perpetual mournful rain wept from the heavens, mist curling along ancient stone like fingers trying to claw their way back inside.
The great manor loomed over her—vast, solemn, its towers vanishing into the dark like they wanted nothing to do with the world of the living.
The carriage rumbled away, leaving her alone with the cold and the silence… and the lone figure waiting at the top of the marble steps.
A butler.
Tall. Pale. Severe.
He bowed just enough to acknowledge her existence.
"You must be Selene," he said, voice flat, carrying neither warmth nor disdain. "My lord has informed me of your arrival. Come with me and don't touch anything or wonder off."
