The sun had set, casting a veil of darkness over the Blackwood household. The day had been filled with an undercurrent of tension, and the night promised to bring further revelations. Inside the house, Evelyn and her grandfather, Gideon, were preparing for the evening. Gideon's recent visit had left both of them on edge, with questions and uncertainties swirling in their minds.
Evelyn's father, Viktor, had retired to his study, his thoughts preoccupied with the unsettling sensation Gideon had described. His attempts to investigate discreetly had yielded little, but the sense of urgency remained. The unfamiliar energy sensed the day before seemed to elude concrete explanation, and Viktor knew that understanding it was crucial.
In the kitchen, Evelyn and Gideon were having a quiet dinner. The soft clinking of cutlery against plates was accompanied by the gentle hum of conversation.