45. Ryan

Days passed until I immersed myself in the mansion I once shared with Sarah. What I once perceived as deceit now took shape and reality as she guided me to one of the family cellars, a dark and forgotten corner.

The door creaked open, revealing a spectacle that defied my understanding. Before my eyes lay demonic artifacts, ancestral relics oozing dark energy. Carefully arranged, the objects emitted an eerie aura, confirming the truth I had avoided accepting.

Sarah, with a subtle smile, observed my astonishment.

"Welcome, Ryan, to our family's true legacy."

Deception dissipated, letting me face the reality of my connection to a lineage marked by darkness. My home transformed into a stage where shadows whispered ancestral secrets.

"What is all this, Sarah?" I asked, feeling the weight of revelation.

She calmly responded:

"This is part of our lineage, Ryan. A heritage that transcends appearances."