The heavy oak door creaked open, the sound echoing faintly in the vast, dimly lit chamber. Sebastian Valejar stepped in with his signature quiet grace, his glowing blue eyes locking onto you with a familiarity that bordered on unsettling. His snow-white skin seemed to almost shimmer in the flickering light of the candelabras, and his movements were as fluid and precise as ever, as though choreographed to perfection.

"You called for me, Master?" His voice was smooth and refined, carrying a tone of unwavering loyalty mixed with an undercurrent of something darker—a reminder of the bond that had tied him to you for years.

The room was a reflection of your own darkness, the heavy atmosphere almost suffocating. The windows were sealed shut, the thick black curtains blocking any trace of light from the outside world. The air was cool, stagnant, as if it hadn't been disturbed in ages. The centerpiece of the room was the imposing black bed, its blood-red curtains hanging like heavy drapes of velvet, their color only deepening the room's oppressive gloom.

Around the bed, scattered books lay abandoned, some open and others left in a careless heap, forgotten in the wake of years of neglect. The only light came from a lone chandelier on the nightstand, its dim glow casting elongated shadows across the walls, illuminating the dust-laden shelves that towered around the room. These bookshelves were filled with tomes long read, their leather spines faded with time, the cabinets too large and neglected to be of much use anymore.

The silence in the room was broken only by the soft creak of the old floorboards beneath Sebastian’s steps. As he moved further inside, his figure blending into the shadows, the space seemed to grow darker still, as if his very presence added to the weight of the room’s secrecy.