The Singapore Childhood

The mansion perched high on a cliff, its silhouette stark against the stormy sky that looms over Jakarta Bay. Dark clouds churn, casting long shadows over the turbulent waters below, the relentless crash of waves against the rocks a distant yet constant reminder of nature’s fury. The mansion, a towering structure of old stone and modern decadence, stands as a fortress of solitude—its massive walls lined with ancient relics and the faded ghosts of past dealings. The opulence inside feels almost out of place in contrast to the raging storm outside, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension.