The lobby of the mansion was bathed in the light of the setting sun.

The red light pouring through the massive western windows cast long shadows across the marble floor.

It was as if the window had been intentionally designed for this very moment.

It was positioned in the most ideal spot, at the perfect size, to view the sunset in its fullest glory.

Perhaps it was because of the rules written on the paper.

There were many rules related to the sun, like the first rule, which seemed particularly focused on it.

I stood by the window in my …