Night fell once more.
It was like an invisible black curtain shrouding the entire earth and sky.
The third floor of Morrison Manor.
In a lavishly decorated room, a corpulent figure entangled with two young maids.
Strange sounds echoed sporadically throughout the room.
Accompanied by the continuous rise and fall, like the sound of clapping.
Outside the room, Chief Attendant Ackman's brows furrowed tightly, as if enduring something.
He turned his body, peeking through the crack in the wooden door, and that obscene scene was imprinted in his eyes.
Ackman's heart immediately raced, and he quickly withdrew his gaze.
Looking at the two guards responsible for the door, he spoke, "You two watch over the master, I'm going out for some air!"
"It's clearly winter, yet why is it so hot?"
The two guards understood and replied softly, "Yes."
Ackman tugged at his collar and walked towards the distant staircase.
