A WAR HE WANTS

The sedan pulled through an imposing iron gate and proceeded up a long, winding driveway, lined with towering oak trees. I gazed out the window in awe as an enormous mansion came into view, made of stone and brick, with countless windows and a wide front courtyard. The house looked like something that was built centuries ago yet still stood, it gave me a bad feeling.

It was like something out of a movie. The Vincenzo estate was clearly designed to intimidate and impress. I shuddered to think about what waited for me behind those walls.

The mansion seemed to be cut off from the big city and of course it was surrounded by a thick forest with only one path for a car.

The perfect place to end a life, I thought to myself in dread.

The car glided to a stop at the front steps leading up to a set of grand double doors. Before I could react, the man was grabbing my arm again, ushering me out of the vehicle.

"This way," he murmured, guiding me along the side of the mansion.

We passed we