The villa is surrounded by a dense fog. Andrew feels a horrible burning in the pit of his stomach and grimaces in pain. He tries to open his eyes, but his eyelids feel impossibly heavy. Someone is knocking on the door, and the sound sends shockwaves of pain through his head.
“Mr. Clifford, the bodyguards just called and said that Miss Aitkens is on the way,” a maid calls through the door.
Andrew desperately wants to ask which Miss Aitkens the maid is referring to but he can’t seem to speak—there’s something pressing against his tongue. He moves his mouth and tries to spit. Eventually, he manages to get the object out. He opens his eyes and sees a sock.
With great effort, he sits up and looks at himself in the mirror across from the bed. He squints—there seems to be something back on his
