Daxter's footsteps followed Richard through the lavish yet quiet hallways, leading them toward the back of the mansion. The farther he walked, the more he sensed a shift in atmosphere from the formality of the house's interior to an unexpected warmth beyond.
As the large glass doors were opened, the morning sunlight greeted them instantly. Daxter squinted, adjusting to the sudden brightness hitting his face. Once his vision began to focus, he found himself standing at the threshold of a small, neatly arranged garden.
In the middle of the green lawn stood a miniature playground. There was a small pastel-colored slide, a swing, and a tiny wooden playhouse. Fresh flowers bloomed along the garden's edge, adding a pleasant natural touch.
