~Allen Mansion~
The walls of the Allen Mansion stood still, but inside, a storm brewed.
Desmond had just returned from an arranged meeting with the mysterious caller. The same caller who had vanished for months without a trace had suddenly reached out again.
Desmond didn't expect it. In truth, he had hoped the man would stay gone. But here he was—back, and with him came a new, unsettling aura. Something had changed about him. Desmond couldn't place what it was, but he could feel it in his bones.
Their conversation had lasted long, yet it had brought little satisfaction. Desmond had asked many questions, eager to know where the man had been hiding all this time.
But every question was met with silence. It was like talking to a shadow—one that spoke only what it chose and slipped away before being fully seen.
