The air in the Osborn Family estate was thick with anticipation, a stillness that felt less like the calm of routine and more like the charged silence before a storm.
Beneath the opulent marble floors and grandiose halls, far from the public's gaze of wealth and prestige, lay the true essence of the family.
In this hidden sanctum, black-marble walls shimmered with veins of gleaming obsidian, creating an atmosphere where not even a whisper from the outside world could penetrate.
Seated around a massive table shaped like a coiling serpent were the core members of the Osborn Family, their expressions betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
At the head of this gathering sat Arthur, clad in a sleek jet-black suit that matched his inscrutable demeanor.
His eyes moved methodically from one family member to another, absorbing their subtle movements, anticipation flickering across their faces like candlelight.
