Chapter 175 The Villain In The Background

• Simon walked down the narrow, dimly lit corridor, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and old secrets, the kind that lingered in the shadows of the New Dawn Packhouse. His hand traced the wall as he walked, fingers brushing over the cold, rough stone, as if the texture grounded him, kept him focused on what lay ahead. There was a sense of anticipation in his stride, a quiet excitement that simmered just beneath the surface. Tonight, another piece of his elaborate plan would fall into place.
• He reached the door at the end of the hall and paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob for a moment as he took a deep breath. He could feel the darkness beyond the door, a familiar presence that greeted him like an old friend. With a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he turned the knob and pushed the door open.
• The room was pitch black, the kind of darkness that seemed to swallow sound and light alike. Simon stepped inside, his eyes adjusting quickly to the absence of light. He could just make out the faint outline of the figure seated in the far corner of the room, a silhouette that radiated an eerie sense of calm.