Chapter 79
- *The Choice We Make*
- The mansion loomed ahead, its grand façade a deceptive mask for the rot festering inside. Arthur barely registered the architectural splendor—his focus was singular. The heavy double doors creaked under his touch as he pushed them open, stepping inside the grand hall like room.
- The scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke hung in the air, mingling with something far more insidious—the stench of deceit.