It was a beautiful villa constructed in the style of the ancient Egyptian and carried the precise architecture that they boasted. The lines of the roof were relaxed and did not slope sharply like a pair of unfolded eagle wings. The entire building looked especially dignified and stylish and had an extraordinary bearing, however as one entered the house, it had a surprisingly homely feeling to it.
A man, tall and broad with a scar covering one part of his eyes, wore a light blue apron as he cut up the vegetables in the kitchen. He wielded his knife like it was a sword in the midst of battle but his movements were meticulous as he busied himself in the kitchen.
On the other hand, a soft-looking woman with brown hair and eyes grinned maliciously as she moved the chess pieces on the table before jotting something down on the diary next to her.
