Inside the dimly lit room, the air was heavy with the scent of old wood and the cold, metallic tang of the black coffin. Adonis, Millia, Valentina, and Commander Silva stood gathered in a circle of flickering candlelight.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
"What is it you wanted to talk about, Commander? Speak quickly!" Adonis snapped, his patience running out.
Commander Silva shifted his gaze from the coffin to the boy. His eyes were tired, carrying the weight of a decade of secrets.
"Firstly, you know how much I respected your mother, Adonis. So you should know that I would never lie to you."
Adonis gave a sharp, curt nod, signaling the man to continue.
Silva's eyes turned melancholic, drifting toward the shadows as he reached into the past.
