She's Viktor Romanov’s
I could learn.
“I’ll prove them wrong,” I muttered to myself.
But how?
The mansion was massive, a maze of endless corridors and closed doors. Somewhere in those walls lay the answers I needed—answers about Vlan, about Viktor, about the danger they were all bracing for.
Later that day, I wandered through the west wing, keeping my footsteps light. The mansion was eerily quiet, the usual hum of staff absent.
I turned a corner and stopped short. A door at the end of the hall caught my eye. It was different from the others—heavier, with a thick metal lock.
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