The car rolled to a smooth, commanding stop before the sprawling Manson estate, its towering structure gleaming beneath the afternoon light like a silent declaration of power.
Victor stepped out first, composed as ever, and opened the door. Fiona emerged with quiet grace, Fallyn right behind her; though unlike Fiona, her awe was anything but subtle.
"Wow… this place screams luxury," Fallyn breathed, her eyes darting everywhere at once. "Fiona, why are you even agreeing to come back home?"
Fiona's expression hardened, her features set in a calm but distant mask.
"Let's go in."
"Sure, sure—let's go," Fallyn chimed quickly, barely containing her excitement.
From the upper floor, Manson stood by the window of his study, his gaze sharp as it tracked their every movement below. A faint scoff escaped him, lips curling ever so slightly.
"This," he murmured to himself, "is going to be a very interesting weekend."
