The mansion smelled of iron and rot. Blood had seeped into the marble cracks of the floor, drying in jagged lines that led like veins through the grand hall. Golden chandeliers above still shimmered faintly, their glass stained with flecks of crimson. Every room was silent—except for the groans of death that clung to the air like smoke.
Two men sat bound in the middle of the hall, slumped against the two chairs. Their wrists were torn raw from thick ropes that bit deep into their skin. Both were drenched in sweat and blood, their tailored suits ripped open, bruises swelling across their ribs and jaws. Black cloths were tied around their faces, suffocating in the heat, leaving only muffled shouts to echo against the high ceilings.
"Let us out of this filth!" one of them barked, his voice rough but defiant. The muffled fabric distorted his tone, but fury sharpened every word. "You don't know who we are!"
The second man thrashed violently, ropes creaking against the wood behind him. His curses were louder, filled with desperation that cracked into anger. "Release us now, and maybe you'll live to see tomorrow!" His chest heaved, each breath dragging more blood into his lungs.
Around them, the corpses of guards and soldiers littered the floor—faces pale, eyes open wide in frozen horror. Guns were scattered, some still smoking faintly. It looked like a battlefield frozen in time, yet only the two tied men remained alive, trembling in their restraints.
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Somewhere in the shadows of the mansion, footsteps clicked against the marble—slow, deliberate, and unnervingly calm. The sound carried through the silence, forcing both prisoners to stiffen and choke back their curses.
The cloth-covered men strained to listen, panic flickering beneath their bravado. The first one hissed under his breath, voice low enough only the other could hear, "This isn't right... this isn't supposed to happen."
The footsteps grew closer.
And, then it stopped just at the edge of the grand hall. The tied men stiffened, their ears straining in the suffocating silence. Then, the sound returned—measured, deliberate— boots tapping across marble until two figures stepped into the light of the broken chandelier.
They were not like the corpses strewn across the floor. Their suits were immaculate, tailored to perfection. Not a single drop of blood stained their pressed collars or polished shoes, as if the massacre around them had unfolded without touching them at all. They carried themselves with an ease that didn't belong in a room filled with death—calm, steady...almost regal.
The prisoners, blindfolded in black cloth, could only hear the approach. Their voices rose, desperate and furious.
"You bastards!" one roared, his throat ragged. "Do you know who you've tied up? You're finished! Untie me this instant, or—"
"—Or what?" A low chuckle broke through, smooth and unhurried. The sound echoed across the marble walls, mocking and sharp.
The tied men froze.
The second well-dressed man remained silent, his shadow tall and unmoving, but the first leaned ever so slightly forward. His polished shoes stopped inches from one of the captives, close enough for the prisoner to sense the shift in air.
"You threaten," the man drawled, his voice rich with amusement, "yet you sit tied up, half-dead, drooling in your own sweat. Tell me..." He tilted his head, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Who do you imagine you're scaring like this?"
The two captives thrashed harder, cursing and spitting through their gagged clothes. Rage mixed with fear in their muffled shouts. The chuckling man only let out another soft laugh, deep and cutting, like a predator watching prey exhaust itself.
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