The grand entryway of the new estate felt cavernous, the polished floors reflecting the sharp, modern lighting that flooded the space. Dahmer Lukas stood at the center of the foyer, his lean frame still encased in his black tactical gear, his mask creating a dark, imposing silhouette against the white titanium walls. He looked less like a man moving into a new home and more like a general occupying conquered territory.
He turned his masked face toward Marcus, who was standing stiffly beside Malcolm, clutching his digital tablet as if it were a shield. Dahmer's voice, filtered through his mechanical mask, was smooth and chillingly calm.
"Marcus," Dahmer said, his tone suggesting he was issuing a command rather than asking a question. "Since you are the King's primary assistant, I assume you will be staying here in the house with us for the duration of the sixty days? It seems he can't survive without your presence, after all."
