SUDDENLY, a gust of wind swept across his right side, prompting August to swiftly redirect his attention, aiming his arrow in that direction.

"Who's there?" he demanded, his voice resonating with commanding authority. "What do you want from me?" August added to inquire, seeking answers from the mysterious presence.

The silence answered August, followed by the wind stopping, causing the deafening silence to take over the garden.

However, despite his calmness, August never changed his stance. He had learned not to place blind trust in anyone, including himself.

Seconds passed until one person appeared in front of him, confirming his suspicion of being observed.

“Who…” August was about to speak, but as he thought that there was only one person in the same place as him, another person came out, shattering his assumptions.

“Stephen? Raquel?” August called them with confusion in his tone. “What are you two doing here? Are you assigned to monitor the mansion at this hour?”

“I am,” answered