" Stay here. Let me check." He took a gun from the top drawer and slowly walked aiming outside. It was eerie silent. He didn't know what was happening and the guards were not responding to the sound. Something must be terribly wrong, he thought.
Jeff cautiously made his way down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was usually filled with the sound of boots or servants moving or laughter from the guards at the entrance. He didn't restrict his men and they were free to live as they like as long as they worked hard. but now it was filled with an unsettling silence. The only sound he could hear was the faint echo of his own footsteps.
As he reached the staircase, he noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. His grip on the gun tightened as he pushed it open, revealing a scene of chaos. The once pristine front yard was now littered with broken glass and overturned furniture. The guards lay motionless on the ground, their bodies covered in blood.
