FENRIR~
In the dim-lit passages of our ancestral mansion, a residence tucked away on the west side of the castle, a few homes apart—I strode swiftly, the very air tinged with the faint scent that had revolved the assailant I'd dispatched the previous night - an unsettling, ethereal trace I know too well.
The heavy door to Signa's chamber yielded to my determined push, revealing her poised form before the ornate dresser. A low growl escaped my lips, a warning that sent her trembling maid scurrying away in haste. Perhaps it was my glare.
Signa raised an elegant brow, her reflection in the mirror now aware of my presence.
“Why do you visit, brother?” Her question hung in the air, unspoken but clear, for she knew the reason.
My rage, a smoldering fire, could no longer be contained. "Why
