Author's POV

The mansion, usually a sanctuary of controlled order, felt like a vast, echoing tomb. Every polished surface, every silently ticking clock, mocked the chaos raging within Arhan. The first rays of dawn, usually a signal for the start of his meticulously planned day, now felt like a cruel, glaring spotlight exposing his monumental error. He was alone, utterly, terrifyingly alone, with the crushing weight of what he had done.