You’re Drunk

A cool breeze drifted through the air. It was a fine season. The fragrant grass swayed gently, and the leaves rustled as they danced softly in the cool wind. Donnie stood on the balcony, listening to the laughter behind him as he silently gazed at the scenery outside, lost in thought. There was no need to worry about the security of Donnie's Estate. This seemingly harmonious place was, in reality, filled with killing machines. On the surface, modified undead soldiers served as ordinary guards.