The ferry rocked against the choppy waves, the sky brooding above like it carried secrets of its own. Tiana Greene clutched the thin strap of her satchel, the salt air biting her face as the island came into view – a smear of grey stone, wild cliffs, and a mansion perched like it had grown from the rock itself. Lycan Isle.No one had told her much about the man who owned it. Only that he paid well, and that staff didn’t stay long.Her boots hit the dock, and she followed the driver in silence through a narrow, winding path. The island smelled of rain and pine, and the sound of the sea never left her ears. When the house appeared, it was larger than she’d imagined – sleek glass and black stone, old grandeur rebuilt into modern isolation.She had expected staff waiting, maybe a housekeeper to greet her. But the door opened to no one. The driver left her luggage by the threshold, muttered something about catching the last boat before nightfall, and was gone.Tiana hesitated, then stepped
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