Chapter 102: A Reunion of Old Comrades, a Surging Undercurrent of Murder

The heavy oak door of the villa clicked shut behind Orestes Yang, the sound unnaturally loud in the profound silence of the house. It was well past midnight, and the air was thick with an unspoken tension he could taste, metallic and sharp like the aftermath of a storm. The lights were dimmed, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble floor. His daughter, Aurelia, was asleep, but he knew Tivona was waiting. He found her in the living room, a solitary figure curled on the edge...