Dalton stands before the doors of the estate, his icy gaze gleaming with a chilling intensity. The house before him represents a haunting reminder of a chapter of his life that he refuses to let go.

He raises a gloved hand and knocks on the heavy oak doors, the sound reverberating through the whole house.

The doors swing open a few moments later and Dalton takes in the appearance of his ex. How much time has passed.

“Well, well,” he drawls “look who’s still living the high life.”