Raymond didn't step back. His eyes locked on the lead guard with the kind of unshaken focus that made grown men uneasy. The tension in the air had shifted, and everyone could feel it. The guards didn't know who this man was, but his presence was like a heavy wind before a storm—silent, strong, and suffocating.
"I have something very important to tell him," Raymond said again, his voice calm but deep with urgency. "It concerns the safety of someone… someone who may be inside this mansion right now."
The guards didn't flinch. One of them, slightly older, turned to the other with narrowed eyes and muttered, "This guy isn't joking. He really wants in."
But instead of considering it, the other one, younger and more aggressive, shook his head and tightened the grip on his weapon.
"No," he said, stepping forward. "That is not possible. You cannot enter. You cannot see the master. You're wasting your time."
