Marcus's Point of View

The estate's once-grand silhouette was now obscured by deterioration, making it stand like a ghost of the past. The iron gate moaned in protest as I pushed it open, and ivy wrapped around the stone columns. There was something in the air that smelled like a long-forgotten piece of history, along with the scent of moist ground.

For years, I had stayed away from this place.

My biological mother's family had owned the Castellan Estate before she died. After her death, Edith took control, and I was forced to forget everything about her.

I wasn't here for sentimentality anymore, though. I came here to see if...