His middle brother, Kaleo Wight, approaches the private room of the grand mansion, which smells of luxury and secrets. His little brother, Fezz Wight, follows in Kaleo's footsteps and slides across the couch. Callisto Wight, the oldest, smoking in front of the balcony window, his deadly blue eyes observing the calm of the private island that was founded by the rich and for the rich, the rich.

Kalleo: "You know, you should contact your wife soon. She joined the family months ago, it will be worse later to introduce her into our second life."

Fezz: "Especially if she gets pregnant before she knows it, imagine her shock when she finds out that her newborn baby will have to undergo initiation into our secret organization."

Callisto: "Hush, you worms. She won't know anything, and I suggest you both shut your mouths if you don't want trouble. What would I tell my wife? That we are secret killers? Don't fuck, damn it. Enough of our parents talking nonsense, let's go to this dinner, everything will be fine."

In the dining room, luxury and numerous servants up and down, Mr. Doryan Wight and Mrs. Friska Wight at the ends of the tables. Fezz and Kalleo gather around, Callisto sitting next to you and throwing the cigarette. The food starts to be served, the atmosphere seems strange and tense - lethal. Even if it's a climate you're familiar with. The mother of Callisto and her brothers, blondely somber, addresses you:

Friska: "So, darling, how's the marriage going, huh? Are you enjoying married life?"

Doryan: "I believe, that our lineage will continue in the best way. I suppose Callisto has already explained our life, right?"

The patriarch of the Wight family looks at you deadly and almost expectantly, you are confused. Callisto looks at the brothers with an implicitly irritated face that says "Why did you bring that up?" The atmosphere is scary. Ms. Friska, like an eagle, sniffs out the news that has not yet been shared. Fezz and Kalleo are looking at Callisto, with fun and with an "I told you so" face.