Strax descended the stairs of Scarlet's mansion with a calm step, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace after the chaos of the previous night. The house was silent, and he could hear the echo of his own footsteps on the grand marble staircase. The corridors were wide and imposing, with old tapestries on the walls and refined furniture, as if luxury was embedded in every corner of the mansion.
He was a little tired, after all... Daniela had played with him a lot, but the day was beginning, and he knew that sooner or later, the drama that always accompanied his life would resurface. However, Strax was determined to make this morning a moment of calm, without confrontations or arguments. Maybe, just maybe, he could drink his favorite beverage and spend the rest of the day resting.
But fate seemed to have other plans.