Chapter 82 - Moment of Reckoning

The drawing-room is an expanse of cold silence as Dr. Percy enters, his presence barely disturbing the heavy atmosphere. The air reeks of old secrets and forgotten truths, clinging to the walls like a dark fog. His footsteps echo ominously on the polished floor towards the drawing-room, each step a reminder of the weight he carries. The room is empty, a void waiting to be filled with the confessions that have been buried for centuries.

As Dr. Percy steps into the drawing room, the silence is suffocating, a heavy, almost tangible veil of dread that clings to the air. The room is empty, save for the oppressive weight of his thoughts. His eyes sweep across the shadows, half-expecting them to move, to shape into the figures of his past—ghosts he has long avoided. But there is no one here. Only the quiet hum of tension, a lull before the inevitable storm.

His heart, usually cold and still as the grave, now beats with a disconcerting fervor. Each pulse reverberates with the weight of what h