Night had descended quietly upon the Virellano residence. The stillness of evening crept in gently, wrapping itself around the estate like a velvet curtain. The garden lamps shimmered faintly, their soft glow tracing a golden path along the winding walkways hidden between towering trees.
A cool breeze drifted through, carrying relief after the long day had been scorched by the relentless heat of the dry-season sun. Yet beneath the calm beauty of the night, there was an underlying silence—a silence that did not simply mean peace, but rather concealed a secret preparation, one that only a single person was aware of.
