Crash.
The tension that had gripped us felt almost laughable—because when we stepped inside, the office was empty. There was no intruder, no monster. Only the wreckage of what once was.
The room was in utter disarray. Furniture lay shattered, books and papers scattered across the floor like the aftermath of a storm.
“What the hell…? How did this happen…?”
I was at a loss for words.
None of this made sense. My father’s office had always been locked, and only three people had the key: Harrison, the head butler, and me.
Could the butler have…? But why now, of all times?
