Risking!

The iron gates of the Crawford estate groan open, allowing the sleek black vehicle to glide through.

The driveway is long, flanked by towering trees that cast shifting shadows under the dim glow of the estate's exterior lighting.

At the end of the path stands the mansion itself, an architectural marvel of marble and glass, its sheer size and presence exuding power.

The windows gleam under the day light reflecting the manicured hedges and the grand stone fountain that marks the center of the circular driveway.

Kieran's grip on the steering wheel remains steady as he guides the car forward.

He doesn't look toward the guards, but he can feel their eyes scanning the vehicle, their stance relaxed.

Too relaxed.

They trust their security measures too much.

Rika and Max sit beside him, their expressions unreadable behind their medical masks.