C39 Underestimated

At the Munro Mansion, the atmosphere remained steeped in silence and tension. As dawn approached, everyone, except Ondine, was restless, feeling as though a massive weight pressed upon their hearts. Old Madame Munro sat at the center on a black sofa, her brow furrowed and her expression dark and severe. She exuded a chilling presence, like a death deity emerging from purgatory