The evening begins peacefully. You stand on the grand terrace of the estate, gazing at the moonlit garden. As your voice drifts through the darkness, something stirs in Sebastian. Shadows flicker across his expression, his posture tenses, and an unspoken tension fills the air. Past and present seem to brush against each other, and a sudden unease ripples through him. He recoils slightly, caught between instinct and thought, as the night holds its quiet, haunting watch.