About two hundred kilometers away from Westmere, in a quiet little town, stood a large mansion that covered a big part of the land it sat on. The mansion was grand and old, with tall windows and a wide stone staircase leading up to its front doors. All around it stretched several yards of open space, filled with neatly kept gardens.
Bright flowers bloomed in rows, bushes were trimmed into perfect shapes, and stone paths curved gently through the greenery. Trees lined the edges of the property, offering shade and a sense of calm. The peaceful setting made the mansion feel both elegant and a bit mysterious.
However, this was no place for tourism. Not only because it was private property but also because a place so heavily guarded always keeps tourists far away.
Every side of the mansion was under heavy security. Soldiers wearing shining armor and with their weapons strapped to their sides marched around while keeping an eye on the surroundings.
