—NECESITO HACER EL AMOR, NO TE MUEVAS —susurró el millonario a su criada. Lo que sucedió después es impactante.-OO

He stared at the words for a long time, trying to make sense of them. What did it mean? The heart of the house? He was no stranger to riddles, but this one was unlike anything he had encountered before. Something told him this wasn’t just some random note—it was a clue. A clue to something hidden in the house. And for reasons he couldn’t fully explain, Nathaniel knew that he was meant to find it.

He placed the book back on the shelf and began to search the room more thoroughly. The shadows seemed to stretch, becoming darker the longer he stayed. A clock on the wall ticked loudly, its steady rhythm adding to the growing unease he felt. Nathaniel’s eyes flicked to a large portrait hanging above the fireplace—a family portrait, he realized, of the Hamiltons. There they were: Charles, Eleanor, and their two children, all dressed in fine clothes, their smiles frozen in time. But there was something strange about the painting. The eyes of the family members seemed to follow him, moving with a subtle intensity.

It wasn’t just the portrait that unsettled him. It was the feeling of being called. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn toward the fireplace. As he approached it, he noticed something strange—a small, hidden lever beneath the mantel. Without thinking, he pulled it. The fireplace clicked and, with a heavy groan, shifted to reveal a narrow passageway behind it.