The weather in Chiang Mai was colder than usual, or maybe it was just the weight of returning.

Jay stepped out of the car first, his boots crunching softly against the stone driveway. The mansion before him looked the same as it always had: it was tall, grim, and as if those inside were really proud. But tonight, it felt like a fortress made of silence, brimming with unspoken history. The kind of silence that echoed with old screams and older expectations.

Behind him, Jack, Jeff, and Rin ...