Morning came—but nothing was new.

The sun struggled weakly through the curtains, filtering down to stone floors still holding remnants of the shadows cast last night.

In a house like the Blackwood mansion, nothing ever really changed. Walls didn't merely hold people—They held silence, secrets, and sins.

But deep within those walls, everything changed.

Something had broken.

Something was going to be born.

West Wing Lounge – 7:00 A.M.

Harrison stood before ...