AUTHOR'S POV

Anvay pushed the gates open and stepped inside, his eyes wandering around the beautiful mansion and its surroundings. She had been right when she said that the place felt familiar—almost like home. Yet, for some reason, moving any further felt strangely difficult. A peculiar fear settled inside his chest, as if stepping completely inside the mansion would mean he would never be able to leave it again. Another faint blur of memories flashed through his mind, leaving him even more confused.