The morning after the dramatic events at the mansion, Christian was making his way through the garden, his mind still reeling from the previous night's confrontation with Sherman. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the estate. As he walked, he was stopped by Charlie, a close confidant and advisor.

"Christian," Charlie called out, his voice tinged with urgency. "I need to speak with you. I know what happened last night."

Christian paused, his expression wary. "What do you mean, Charlie?"

Charlie glanced around to ensure they were alone before speaking in a hushed tone. "I saw the guards taking Sherman to the dungeons. I...