Synopsis

He was a man adrift, yet possessed a keen eye for detail. A shadow clung to him, a quiet intensity that hinted at hidden depths. The old house stood on a windswept hill, its windows like vacant eyes staring out at the world. Inside, dust motes danced in the faint light, illuminating forgotten relics of lives lived and lost. He moved through the rooms with a practiced ease, his senses alert to the slightest anomaly. A clandestine meeting was arranged, figures cloaked in secrecy gathered in