Over a week had passed since Felix's body was discovered in the maze after Oliver's birthday party. The image of his cold, lifeless form still haunted your memories. The funeral was equally chilling, casting a deep, pervasive quiet over Saltburn.

In your sorrow, you retreated to Felix's bathroom, sinking into the hot bathwater and staring blankly at the ceiling. A bottle of champagne sat within arm's reach, a means to drown your grief in its effervescent escape.

Consumed by your thoughts, you didn't notice Oliver leaning against the doorframe, silently watching you. Watching. It seemed that's all he did was watch as every little thing went wrong. Observe like the shared misery of everyone was some sick show for him to enjoy.