In the heart of Modestria, the night hung heavy with the whispers of a cool breeze. The moon cast a silvery glow over the city, shrouding the Huxley mansion in an ethereal luminescence. The air was tinged with a hint of suspense, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of unfolding events.
As the Senator's sleek black car glided through the silent streets, the dim streetlights played a game of shadows on the pavement. The distant hum of the city served as a somber soundtrack to the unfolding drama. The night was calm, yet an underlying tension lingered in the air.
Arriving at the Huxley mansion, the Senator stepped out of his car, greeted only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the quiet night. He inquired about Amelie, and William, hesitant yet obligated, informed h
