214 The first song!

In the biggest, coldest, and darkest room of the manor, Arlo sat opposite Damien.

The side of the room where he was sitting was lit up in a dim and faint yellowish light. His face was slightly illuminated. The rest of his figure was shadowed.

The side of the room where Damien was sitting was void of light. It was completely dark, like an abyssal chasm or a black hole. He was hiding in the protective embrace of darkness; the veil of the night coated him entirely. Forget about his face; it was hard to even discern his figure.

"I know why you are here. Grandfather told me that you want me to train and take Roy to that place."

Damien met eyes with him, speaking to him like he was speaking to a friend.