As Elena and Bryson stepped out of their cozy room, the old wooden door let out a soft creak that echoed in the stillness of the hallway.

The air was thick with anticipation as they walked down the dimly lit corridor, the warm glow of the sconces casting flickering shadows on the walls. Each footsteps brought them closer to the sitting room, where the low hum of excited conversation buzzed like a swarm of bees.

When they finally entered the sitting room, a wave of warmth enveloped them, and ...