The end is but the beginning.

The search for the guard was like navigating a labyrinthine puzzle, each twist and turn akin to unravelling a cryptic enigma.

It felt as elusive as chasing a spectre through the veils of fog, every step echoing with the tension of an unseen spectre lurking in the shadows, the suspense building with each heartbeat, akin to pursuing a ghost through a hauntingly intricate maze.

The security team and the guards ransacked every part of the mansion, searching for the mysterious guard, but all to efforts proved futile.

"Any sign of him around." Alex Waynee asks Captain Paul Lex, who was just coming out of a room, His face was laced with gloom.

"No Sire! Finding this guard would be like finding a needle in a realm of Whispers, it's as though he vanished into the very fabric of air itself." His voice laced a bit hoarse.

"Or, He stabbed Michael Belmar, rigged the alarm systems not to go off and went out through the fence." Alex Waynee's voice slightly above Whispers, he made faces at the guard,