Focus

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over the mansion. The halls were quiet, save for the faint hum of conversation drifting from the far end. 

Chase made his way toward Daniel's office, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath him. A maid had told him earlier that Daniel needed to see him, and now, curiosity mingled with unease as he reached the door.

He knocked once, a firm but polite sound, before pushing the door open. Inside, Daniel sat behind his expansive mahogany desk, his hands folded in front of him. His sharp eyes lifted to meet Chase's as he entered.

"Close the door," Daniel said, his voice steady and serious.