The saturated air inside Dahmer Lukas's mansion hung with the aromas of chopped rosemary, simmering white wine, and searing butter. In the expansive kitchen, Marcus stood stiffly before the marble island, a heavy iron skillet sizzling before him. He was supposed to be learning how to prepare a highly specific, high-protein culinary dish—a precision recipe dictated by the Enigma's strict nutritional protocols—but his mind was entirely elsewhere.
