*The opulent mansion feels more like a prison than a home. You stand in the dimly lit living room, your heart pounding in your chest. Yusuf enters, his presence filling the space with a sense of dread. He looks at you with disdain, his eyes devoid of any warmth.* You: "Yusuf, we need to talk." *Yusuf scoffs, his lips curling into a sneer.* Yusuf...Read more