Amon slowly stepped into the mansion. The door creaked loudly as it opened, echoing through the empty halls.
There was one thing Amon noticed. He still felt like before, like someone was following him, yet not.
'It seems I was right. They are waiting for the moon to hide. Still, I can't say it a hundred percent.' He really believed that his guess was true.
He shook his head and focused on the thing in front of him. The mansion.
The place was old but still beautiful in its own way. The walls were covered with cracks, and the floor had a layer of dust. Spider webs hung in the corners, and some old furniture stood broken and faded.
Amon looked around carefully, his eyes moving over the grand staircase, the old paintings on the walls, and the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Now dull and covered in dust.
Amon stepped in cautiously, his boots making faint crunching sounds over fallen plaster and debris. Elegant chandeliers hung above, their crystals dulled by grime and time.
