At Jack's study in Rothsmith Estate.
The room was decorated with antique furniture and adorned with bookshelves filled with leather-bound classics.
The air was filled with the pleasant scent of old books, and the soft glow of the antique desk illuminated the walls covered in richly colored wallpaper.
Creak—the door creaked open, and Mark Rothsmith, the head of the Rothsmith family, trotted inside with a drink in hand and a casual smile on his face.
He passed the elaborate window with its intricate stained glass and stepped onto the old desk, which had seen years of use.
As he sat down, the door felt a swoosh of cool air as more people entered the room.
As more and more people crowded inside the small study, the room felt packed and cramped, with barely enough space to move around.