Dylan in Bed with

With purpose, I strode across the room, each step propelling me closer to the impending confrontation. My hand reached out and grasped the cool metal of the car keys from the tabletop, their jingle a chime of readiness.

Exiting the house, I slipped into the driver's seat of my car, a sanctuary of solitude where my thoughts could echo freely. I inserted the key into the ignition, the engine coming to life with a reassuring purr. The dashboard lights blinked into existence, a constellation of guidance for the journey ahead.

I shifted into gear, a silent declaration to the night. The car rolled forward, gathering speed as I navigated the empty streets. The houses blurred past, each one a silent witness to my anger.

The Harmon mansion loomed before me, its grandeur casting an imposing shadow under the fading twilight. As I stepped through the towering front doors, the familiar scent of polished wood and antique furniture greeted me, a stark contrast to the tension that tightened around my