The mansion

The cars slowed as we reached the gates. They were tall, black, and lined with sharp spikes that seemed to stab at the sky. It was already late into the day and I wondered just how long we’d been flying in the air. A part of me was astounded by how meticulated the plan was. The gates didn't open right away. For a moment, everything went still, as if even the evening was waiting for permission to move. Then, slowly, the iron doors swung wide, letting us in. What stood before me stole my breath. I'd grown up in luxury too, but this... this was something else entirely. The mansion looked like something out of a dark gothic movie with the impressive architecture and dome shaped roof. Was it possible to hate the owner and still love the house? Guards lined the driveway like statues, their eyes sharp, and hands never straying far from the weapons holstered at their sides. I shrank back into my corner of the car. Back home, we had guards too but this was different. These men weren't just p