Jonah sits on his throne, his chin resting on his hand, gazing at Mark. He seems to be lost in thought. Adam, ever the obedient servant, stands beside him. The sun shines brightly through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. It's a peaceful moment, but it won't last. Not when there's Mark to consider. His eyes narrow as he watches Mark carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He clears his throat, speaking up in a cold, commanding voice. "Adam, fetch Mark over here."