Miles Barton stood at the top of the stone steps, arms crossed, uniform immaculate despite the hour-long journey. His eyes—gray as storm clouds—fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. Behind him, Henry Cavill leaned against a pillar, grinning like he already knew the punchline.

A beat of silence. Then Miles spoke again, quieter, almost amused.

The wind picked up, carrying the distant echo of a bell. Somewhere beyond the gates, a light flickered in a tower window—once, twice—then went dark.