
- Narration: Lucas stepped out of the car, feeling the weight of the expensive silence that clung to the estate like a shroud.

- Narration: The air inside was heavy, thick with the scent of old money and polished wood—a silence that felt less like peace, and more like waiting.

- Narration: This wasn't a home. It was a monument. A cage of marble and expectation.

- Victor: Lucas. Welcome. I trust the journey was tolerable.

- Lucas: It was fine, sir. Thank you for meeting me.
- Victor: Good. We have much to discuss. My study is prepared.

- Narration: But before they could reach the study, the carefully constructed silence of the estate was broken.


- Narration: The atmosphere had turned volatile, charged with a tension that felt less like awkward family introduction, and more like a duel.

- Narration: She was a force of nature in this old, dusty house—a vibrant, dangerous thing.

- Isolde von Hirsch: Welcome, Lucas. To our little family.





- Narration: He understood then. This wasn't just a meeting. It was a test. And he wasn't sure he wanted to pass.

- Narration: The sweet scent of expensive perfume and lace suddenly carried the sharp edge of something far more dangerous.

- Isolde von Hirsch: Lucas, do you understand the rules of this house? Or are you just here to look pretty?

- Isolde von Hirsch: Surrender to my game, Lucas. Or stand frozen in silence forever.
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