It was late at night when Luke quietly left the mansion.
Dressed in a long black coat with a hat covering his head, he slipped into the waiting car. Moments later, the vehicle rolled away, disappearing into the darkness.
After nearly two hours of driving, the car finally stopped in front of an old, isolated building deep within the woods, far from the city.
Luke stepped out slowly, lighting a cigar before shutting the car door. Smoke curled around him as he stared at the decaying structure.
A man greeted him. "Mr. Bellini." He bowed to him slightly.
Luke gave a curt nod and exhaled smoke. "How is he doing?"
"Quiet," the man replied. "Stopped causing trouble."
Luke raised an eyebrow as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. Then his lips curled slightly.
"Interesting."
He stepped into the house.
The building was dim and damp, carrying the scent of mold, dust, and rust. Luke crossed the hallway and stopped in front of a heavily guarded room.
The door creaked open.
