As usual, Butler was dressed in a standard black Hugo Boss suit, blue diamond tattoo on his shoulder, hidden beneath the fabric. It was a hot and humid summer's morning in Fowl Manor, the sun casting its rays down over the lush surroundings and the Irish countryside beyond. The grounds of the opulent manor house were a vision of manicured lawns and meticulously maintained gardens, where exotic flora bloomed in abundance. Butler leaned against the stone railing of the balcony, his broad shoulders slumped as his eyes restlessly darted around the vast estate. He could see no threats in the surrounding trees, not a single sign of anything amiss. But he couldn't shake the gnawing anxiety that twisted in his chest, the lingering sense of danger that insisted that something had to be wrong. It was quiet, too quiet, and the tranquility of the Fowl estate in the bright morning sun felt disconcerting.