The war leaves its mark.

Previously

…The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The imposing mansion loomed in the distance, a silent, opulent fortress. He was a ghost now, a phantom returned from the grave to haunt the man who had buried him and his unit alive. The war had left its mark, yes, but it had also forged him into something sharper, something more resilient. And tonight, that resilience would be tested like never before. He took a deep, steadying breath, the cold night air filling his lungs, and melted into the shadows. The hunt for truth, and for vengeance, had truly begun.