Charles Mcintosh turned off the light in the living room of the Cheney Residence.
Suddenly, the entire mansion sank into darkness.
The storm raged fiercely, turning day into night, and at this moment, Charles's silhouette vanished into the endless dark.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, preparing to step out with his umbrella.
Just as he stood under the eaves, a flash of red appeared in the courtyard.
Lilac Serval held a deep blue umbrella, her figure draped in a red coat, her expression a mix of desolation and tranquility.
The wild wind whipped up her long hair as she squinted and looked up.
Charles stood on the doorstep; she stood below it.
Their eyes met, and neither spoke.
The cigarette burned between Charles's fingers, and he chuckled to himself, "Come up."
Lilac lowered her head and walked up the steps.
She arrived beside Charles, her cheeks reddened from the cold.
"Why did you come?" Charles led her inside.
"You said the court's people would come today."
