The maid led Kafrik through the corridor of the Tramplin family's grand mansion.
The place was the very definition of luxury, a silent declaration of the Tramplins' might and wealth.
Massive chandeliers hung every few meters, their crystal light so bright it was hard to tell whether it was day or night within these walls.
After walking for a while, the maid stopped before an ornate door and bowed deeply.
"Milah has brought Young Master Kafrik, as per the Patriarch's order," she said respectfully.
They waited in silence, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of polished wood.
Moments later, a deep voice from within called, "Come in."
Following the sound, the large doors swung open, revealing a chamber as opulent as the rest of the mansion.
Kafrik took a slow, steady breath before stepping inside. The maid did not follow, she remained outside, her head bowed.
The moment he entered, his gaze was drawn to the uppermost platform.
