A Tower

"Go inside. Alina will take care of you," he said, pointing at the woman wearing servant clothes who stood by the entrance.

Kaisar nodded to the servant as he moved with his horse away.

As she got in, Barbara couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. The silence inside the house was unsettling, almost like the calm before a storm.

Her footsteps echoed as she entered. Barbara stood in the doorway, taking in the sprawling interior of the mansion. The entrance hall was dimly lit, with heavy, antique furniture arranged with perfect precision. The floors were polished to a gleaming shine; the walls were adorned with grand tapestries. It all felt... cold. Despite the warmth of the hearth crackling nearby, the air was stiff and unwelcoming.