Coming to Holland Mansion

The sleek, black car pulled up to the sprawling gates of the Holland mansion, a heavy silence filled the air. The towering iron gates parted slowly, revealing the grandeur of the estate beyond, its vastness intimidating. Inside the car, Andrine and Alysha sat side by side, their faces pale, their bodies tense as they approached the place that would now serve as their refuge—or prison.

Neil Holland sat at the wheel, his face emotionless, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The tension in the car was thick, but Neil showed no signs of hesitation. This was all part of his plan, and he knew the weight of what he had taken on. He glanced briefly in the rearview mirror at Andrine and Alysha, their youthful faces etched with fear and uncertainty.

As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive Holland mansion loomed larger with each passing second. Its imposing stone walls, grand windows, and the intricate designs carved into its structure seemed to watch the car’s arrival like a silent senti