It was midnight.
The mansion was quiet, and the faint sound of the ticking clock echoed through the hallway. Everyone had long fallen asleep, yet Ethan stood before a single door, hesitating for a moment before finally knocking.
Knock. Knock.
"It's open. Come in," a soft, alluring voice called from inside.
Ethan slowly pushed the door open, and his breath caught the moment he stepped in. His eyes widened in disbelief.
All around the room hung paintings.
And they were paintings of him.
Some showed him standing with his sword, others resting, and even one where his expression was calm yet intimidating. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, mixed with the fragrance of red wine.
At the center of the room sat a woman. She faced the large window, her figure outlined by the moonlight.
