BLAINE POV

A warm, golden light illuminated the mansion as the morning sun rose. Shadows danced across its walls and I found myself in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee whose rich aroma filled my senses. The past few days had been nothing short of chaotic - our mission kept us moving forward while we carried with us an ever-present weight from our actions.

Elena entered the room with a look of exhaustion and resolution as I prepared my coffee. "Good morning, Blaine," she said while grabbing for her own cup.

I responded with a comforting grin and greeted, "Good morning Elena. How are you feeling?"

A slight smile...