The Mysterious Son-in-law

e was oppressive. Damon's eyes flu

spers pierced

. Elvis..

s seemed to come from

soriented. He glanced a

grew louder,

. Elvis..

g, a powerful force seized him. As if contro

loped the cell. The metal door creaked and swung open,

their own accord. He walked down

ispers

ie sile

that had driven him there dissipated, leaving a void within. It felt as if an invisible hand had released its grip on his soul. Damon's c

miliar landmarks clicked into place – the worn wooden door

's pl

wirled within. How did he end up here? The la

e. Frustration gave way to resignation. He shrugged, adopting a pragmatic stance.

e door. The sound echoed through the corridor. Moments t

ed, and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Her gaze darted past Damon, sc

her cheeks and her brow

ed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her

ou get here?" she

nfusion mir

tted, and gulped down horrib

sion shifted from

ide, allowing Damon to enter. She s

ced with concern. "They're saying you assaulted Mi

igh. He collapsed onto the nearby chai

osite him, her ey

t her, Angelina. I swear. We mistakenly bumped into each other, an

attentively, her ex

room fell silent. Angelina

on implored. "I'm

y. "I'm so thankful you're out," She added, relief etched on her face. "Rolz

rseful. "I'm sorry I worried ab

the way?" Damon ask

replied. "I'm still up because I

ped. "I'm sorry fo

ot, I bet you would've slept outside.'' She chuckled.

. "I'm exhausted, tha

odded under

you," Damon stood up

elina's eyes lingered on the empt

collapsed onto the b

played in his mind as he dr

vis" echoed thro

mself in a strange room

om floor to ceiling,

"Elvis! Finally, you're here

und, searching

cluttered table, his gray h

Damon demanded.

'' I am Lord Moran, and as for your reason here?

eckoned, but Damon hesitated

ter, his legs trembling. The old ma

thought, confusion s

does he wan

ed to a worn armchair, and Damon

keeps calling me Elvis. Is it a mistake or

uid into a chipped coffee cup. '' Drink

He asked, his brows furrowed

r what's to come,"

on, but something compel

his lips, inhalin

roat like molasses, and Mora

ut suddenly, his voice trailed o

o was in anticipation of what the man had to

asked curiously, and Lord Moran turn