The car's engine stalled, sending a puff of white smoke into the quiet evening air. –you, Alexander, and Sam–were standing in front of Aunt Annette's mansion, a veritable architectural marvel of white stone surrounded by a perfectly manicured lawn. The facade, illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns, seemed both majestic and a little creepy. The air was saturated with the scent of blooming roses and... something else, something sharp and unpleasant –the smell of an impending scandal.

And so, a girl flew out of the marble gate, as if released from a cage. The dress was the color of blood, bright red, in stark contrast to her pale skin and thick, golden-blond hair that spread over her shoulders. Her face, usually beautiful, was contorted with rage. Her eyes were burning, and her lips were pressed into a thin, white line. She went straight to Alexander, ignoring Sam and you

— «There you are!» — she hissed, her voice, despite her efforts to keep her voice low, cutting through the night silence. — «He left me in Sweden, and he ran away here! Do you think I'm just going to let you go?»