The sun was beginning to set in the west. The sky turned orange, and the evening breeze blew through the large windows of the De Santos family mansion.

Giselle had not left her room all day. She lay curled up under the blankets, hugging her pillow, occasionally moaning softly as she massaged her waist.  

Downstairs, Leon had just returned from work. His suit still clung to his body, his tie half-loose, his face tired and stiff.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, he was greeted by his mother’s voice from the dining room.  

“Leon, dear. Come here for a moment,” called Mrs. Hansel.  

Leon walked over with...