Gin stepped out as the driver opened the door for him. Before him stood a structure of breathtaking beauty, a fusion of modern elegance and artistic grandeur.
It was less a mansion and more a masterpiece, every line and curve seemingly crafted to inspire awe.
At the entrance, Owen awaited him, his presence commanding yet disarmingly warm.
"Welcome, Mage Gin. It is truly an honor to have you here," Owen said, his smile free of pretense or artifice.
There was a sincerity in his voice that unsettled Gin, though not unpleasantly. What could drive a man of such status to treat him with such genuine kindness? The question lingered at the edges of his mind as he nodded politely in return.
With steady steps, he began to approach, pushing aside the unease in his heart for now. He had a feeling that answers awaited him beyond those doors.
The moment GIn crossed the threshold of the Owen estate, he found himself captivated.
