Summoning all his braveness, Damian rang the intricately designed doorbell of the mansion. As he waited, he couldn't assist however experience a experience of apprehension mingled with pleasure. The mansion's façade, painted in whimsical colors, seemed like something directly out of a storybook.
Moments later, the big wooden door creaked open, revealing a tall parent who cast a unusual, elongated shadow inside the warm afternoon sun. It was Jimbouti himself, dressed in a flamboyant red suit that regarded almost out of vicinity inside the tranquil environment of Magdala . His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he wore a smile that changed into greater unsettling than welcoming.
"Welcome to the residence of peculiarities," Jimbouti declared in a melodious voice that held a touch of a theatrical flourish. "I count on you've got heard of me, younger man?"
Damian, his perplexity now attaining new heights, nodded as he brought himself. "Yes, I'm Damian. I couldn't resist the intrigue surrounding your arrival, Mr. Jimbouti. I've heard that you have pretty the knack for complicated pranks."
Jimbouti's laughter echoed thru the mansion's grand front hall, and he beckoned Damian inside with an inviting gesture. "Ah, Damian, a seeker of perplexity, are you? Come, come, and permit me percentage with you the delights of the weird and the superb."
