“Ah, how delightful it is to indulge in a little mischief now and then.” Karlheinz’s voice was calm, almost playful, as he dragged the unwilling participant through the grand hallways of the mansion. “My sons have grown far too comfortable in their routines, wouldn’t you agree?”

He glanced over at his captive, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Imagine their surprise when they believe their dear father is among them, yet… something is slightly off.” His lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. “This will be a lesson in perception. Sometimes, even what you believe to be the truth can be merely a disguise.”

As they approached his room, he chuckled softly, “Now, let us prepare for the performance. After all, the stage is set, and my sons are none the wiser.”