C560 Scar

That night, the large mansion was quiet and cold. The servants, weary from the monotonous work awaiting them the next day, had fallen into a deep sleep. Upstairs, one room remained lit by an exquisite, antique lamp, casting a soft, poetic glow.

The light fell on the man's resolute profile. His lips were slightly pursed, and his brows furrowed as he pondered something troubling