Only one way to find out…

Unlike the other bedrooms, this one was vibrant and full of life. Logan breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to finally find a room that matched the grandeur of its surroundings. The walls were covered in rich, crimson wallpaper, dotted with intricate patterns that danced enticingly in the candlelight. The bed was an enormous four-poster, boasting sumptuous velvet drapes framing its sides. The smell of lavender wafted through the air, enveloping Logan in a comforting embrace. He took a step forward, marvelling at the splendour of the chamber which he quickly deduced as Kyle’s bedroom, or more accurately described as almost an entire wing of the mansion.

It was modern yet mysterious, dark walls bathed in red accents and moody lighting. Opulent, yet with a more youthful and modern flair. The room was a testament to Kyle's eclectic taste, blending the old world charm of the mansion with contemporary design elements. The room was adorned with abstract art pieces, modern sculptures, and vintage furniture, creating a captivating visual symphony.

"I'd love to meet Kyle," Logan said aloud, his voice echoing softly in the vast chamber. "He must be quite the character."

Logan spent several minutes exploring the room, admiring the eclectic mix of furnishings and artwork. However, as he continued to explore, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. The room seemed to emanate an eerie energy, as if the spirits of the mansion were silently observing him.

"Hello?" Logan called out, his voice trembling slightly.

"Is anyone there?"

There was no response, just the silence of the empty room. Yet somehow, Logan couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. He tried to dismiss the sensation, reminding himself that the mansion was probably full of creaks and noises that could account for the eerie vibe. But still, something niggled at the back of his mind, warning him to proceed with caution.

Swallowing hard, Logan turned around slowly, scanning the room for signs of life. There was nothing out of the ordinary - just the familiar accoutrements of a sophisticated bachelor.

A pair of well-worn slippers nestled beneath the bed, a collection of leather-bound books adorned the shelves, and a pristine chess set rested untouched at the foot of the masterfully carved mahogany desk. Yet, it was the air of mystery that permeated the room that truly unsettled Logan. The feeling of being watched persisted, a constant reminder that he was not alone, even in the solitude of this seemingly empty chamber.

"This is just my imagination playing tricks on me," Logan muttered, attempting to quell the rising sense of unease.

He left the room, closing the door behind him, and made his way back to his own, less luxurious quarters. Despite the lack of comfort, Logan found solace in the relative familiarity of his cramped, windowless dwelling.

With his belongings mostly unpacked, he organized his clothing into neat piles, attempting to bring order to the chaos of his thoughts. He couldn't suppress the lingering sense of unease that had taken root within him, stemming from the striking disparity between what he'd anticipated and his actual living conditions.

"This doesn't add up," Logan whispered to himself, pacing the length of his room.

"Why am I stuck in a tiny box while Kyle gets the whole mansion?"

He considered approaching his father, but hesitated, afraid to confront the reality of his situation. Martin had never struck him as the type to play favorites, especially when it involved his own flesh and blood. Logan dismissed the idea, convinced that there must be a rational explanation for the glaring discrepancy in accommodations.

He eventually put his mind at ease by convincing himself that this was all temporary and they must still be working on his actual room, after all this did happen very fast.

Logan lay in his cramped room for about an hour, settling in to his new environment when there was a knock on his door.