The Plan in motion

The ride back home was smooth, yet suffocating.

The closer he got to the Whitaker Mansion, the heavier his chest felt.

Returning to that house—a place where monsters roamed freely—was a different kind of torture.

As the gates opened, revealing the massive estate, Damien's jaw tightened.

He couldn't afford to slip up.

Stepping inside, he was immediately greeted by the cold, sterile silence of the house.

Everything was exactly the same.

Yet, it felt foreign—like he was stepping into an enemy's den.

The moment he entered the main hall, a familiar voice echoed from the grand staircase.

"You're late."

Damien looked up and saw Richard Whitaker, standing at the top of the stairs.

His father was as imposing as ever—tall, sharp-eyed, his presence commanding.

Even in his expensive suit, he looked more like a kingpin than a businessman.