In the heart of London's opulence, an office unlike any other stood as a symbol of success. Its marble floors shimmered like diamonds, and the furniture whispered of luxury. This wasn't a castle; it was the most prestigious law firm in London, a haven for lawyers with unmatched success rates and perfect bar exam scores.

The door to a lavish cabin swung open, and a man in his early thirties, impeccably dressed in a glamour suit, stepped in. His very presence seemed to merge seamlessly with the office's extravagance. He nonchalantly hung his coat on the office chair and gazed out the window, a master of his domain.

A man in his late forties entered the room, addressing him as Mr. Mark. "Welcome back, Mr. Mark. I've been eagerly awaiting your return," he said. He handed over a letter that had been left by someone for Mr. Mark and placed it in his drawer. Mr. Mark graciously acknowledged, "Thank you, Mr. Elbork, for your loyalty. I've also left something for you in your cabin's drawer. Go and have a look at it."

Mr. Elbork left Mr. Mark's office, only to return in a rush moments later, clutching a letter. His face pale, he announced that Mr. Mark had fired him. But to his shock, Mr. Mark was nowhere to be found. Instead, a note lay on the table, its words chilling: "When the delivery man warned you not to open that letter, why did you read it and get blood on your hands? Go and wash them properly. You know your boss despises the smell of blood. Be grateful I didn't kill you; a bullet is more expensive than your breath. Just live a few more days, wild hound, always gets killed by its owner."

Mr. Elbork sank to his knees, trembling. How did this person know everything? Fear and confusion knotted within him.

Meanwhile, the scene shifted to Chin, who, the next early morning, found herself standing before Miss Red's place. Another man was already there, claiming to be Mark, here to meet Miss Red. Suspicion clouded Chin's eyes as Mark departed with a smile.

Chin entered Miss Red's abode to a chilling sight. All the paintings Miss Red had once crafted in vibrant red now bled with blackness. In her living room, Miss Red lay lifeless, shrouded in a black cloth. At her feet, a painting depicted a boy wielding a gun and a girl holding a black rose, both pointing in opposite directions.

A letter rested on top of the eerie artwork, its words sending shivers down Chin's spine: "How does it feel to be a monster, to act so normal,

so dark, so deep

The secrets you keep."

The mystery deepened, leaving Chin with more questions than answers, and the ominous presence of Mark only added to the intrigue."