LORD Dino sat in the well lit study, the golden flicker of a nearby lamp casting shadows across the mahogany desk. His hands rested on the smooth surface, yet his mind was far from at ease. He watched the door close slowly as Philip, their most trusted informant, exited the room. Dino's expression, usually stern and controlled, now wore a mask of palpable unease. His brow furrowed, lips drawn into a tight line, and his thoughts spiraled, piecing together the odd bits of information Philip had just delivered. Something was off. Oswald was in trouble again, he could feel it.

The silence that settled after Philip's departure was soon broken...