When Lyca walked inside the Shen Mansion, she didn't miss the sinister and dark aura that she felt. It was as if, a lot of people already lost their lives in this place. She glanced at the gray minimalistic style of the mansion. It was clean, detached from any personal emotions that an old mansion should have. She eyed the huge portrait of the Shen Family hanging by the wall that would lead her to the stairs. They were wearing formal black and white clothes. A tight-lipped smile was apparent on their faces.
Yet, the smile never reached their eyes.
"This way, please."
The man leading her inside said. He introduced himself as the head of the security. Tall and bulk, the man said his name was Lynch — just Lynch. With no last names.