Francisco’s steady steps echoed through the mansion, drawing the attention of the household staff. Eyes widened at the bloodstain on his shirt.

“Master, you’re bleeding!”

“Should we call Ms. Diana?”

Francisco raised a hand, silencing their concern. “It’s fine.”

“She hasn’t come home yet?”

“No, Master.”

“And Max?”

“He hasn’t returned either.”

A tense silence settled over the house. Without another word, Francisco took a deep breath and headed for the ...