Chapter 106: Nocturne 11

But just as he was about to return to his car, a breeze passed by.

It carried a scent—subtle, magnetic, and unlike anything he had ever smelled before.

He stopped.

There was nothing overpowering about it. No sharp alcohol bite or synthetic sweetness—just a haunting, lingering trace of warmth, woodsmoke, and something he couldn't name.

His gaze drifted down the quiet street.

There it was.

A boutique nestled discreetly between two high-end galleries, almost shy in its presence. Its name was etched in small, silver letters on a matte black signboard:

 Maison Silhouet.

No flashy displays. No celebrity endorsements. Just an aura. A quiet confidence, like it knew it didn't need to shout.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

He didn't have any plan to buy any perfume or anything, but this scent pulled him in.