Several minutes later, the estate's interior had swallowed the group whole and scattered them across different floors.
The transition happened with the same smooth flow that seemed to define everything connected to the Miss Claire's family.
Maids appeared where they were needed, luggage that nobody remembered carrying was somehow already being transported, and guests were gently guided through hallways while receiving brief explanations regarding meal schedules, available facilities, and sections of the estate that remained restricted.
Don followed along without paying much attention.
For the first time in days, there wasn't a crisis demanding his attention.
No infected, no mercenaries, no gunfire. Just a mansion… a very expensive mansion.
As they passed one of the guest rooms, a muffled THUMP~ came from behind a closed door.
Then another. Don glanced sideways.
Amanda had apparently claimed her room.
An appreciative whistle sounded a moment later.
