The car slowed as it approached the secluded villa hidden deep within the forest.
Tall trees stood like silent sentinels on both sides of the narrow road, their branches interlocking overhead, filtering the fading daylight into shadows.
The place felt untouched by the world—quiet, isolated, and ominously calm.
As the vehicle came to a halt, guards stationed around the villa straightened immediately. They bowed low in unison, their movements precise and respectful. No one spoke. No one questioned.
Aurora stepped out first, her presence commanding despite her calm demeanor. Bishop followed closely behind. Without a word, they walked into the villa.
Inside, the air was cool and dimly lit.
The living room was vast, furnished elegantly but sparsely. At its center, two figures sat bound to heavy chairs.
Their mouths were gagged, yet muffled noises escaped them—angry, desperate sounds.
