The gates slowly creaked open as a sleek black car slowly slid forward with a smooth turn, entering the mansion grounds. Its glossy finish shimmered under the pale glow of the rising moon.
Hmmmmm!
With a low, steady hum, the car rolled to a halt before the entrance of the mansion.
The silence around the mansion pressed in on it until the door clicked open. A brown-haired man stepped out, his slick black suit clinging to his frame with practised precision.
Straightening his collar with one hand, he glanced up at the mansion with narrowed eyes, his expression unreadable.
"Not bad…" he muttered, voice low, carrying the faint weight of nostalgia. His gaze lingered on the towering walls, the carefully trimmed hedges, the neat stone paths. "She still took care of it all… every detail, not a single day ignored."
He lingered a moment, then moved closer to the door, taking a small key from his pocket—
Shh~
