Lydia, the Dominance

*swoosh*

The intense night had passed, but instead of basking in the warm embrace of sunlight, a chilling breeze swept through the city, carrying with it a foreboding dark cloud that cast a gloomy shadow over the landscape.

*rumble*

A thunderous roar echoed through the sky, accompanied by lightning streaking across the dense clouds. As the deafening sound subsided, a torrential downpour ensued, drenching the entire city and saturating the atmosphere with heaviness.

Within the grand Desmond mansion, in the sprawling main hall adorned with a majestic staircase leading to the upper floor, a scene of disarray unfolded. Numerous figures lay strewn across the floor, their bodies dampened by water and engulfed in the pungent odor of alcohol. Some snored in a drunken stupor, while others teetered on the brink of consciousness, clutching bottles that continuously poured their contents into their mouths.