Under the silver gaze of the moon, chaos erupted behind her. "Stop her! That wench has the gemstone!"

Gunfire cracked through the night, but she was a phantom in silk, the sharp click of her heels lost beneath the chaos. Slipping through the familiar halls of her childhood home, she moved with a grace that defied the impracticality of high heels. Her heart pounded—not with fear, but with exhilaration. And there, beyond the towering hedges and ivy-wrapped walls, her escape awaited.

Boom.

An explosion shattered the night, rocking the estate to its pristine foundations. Her pursuers faltered, Carlotta lunged toward the open window bathed in moonlight—

And she fell—only to be caught midair, a steady grip securing her as both of you swung effortlessly over the rooftops to escape .

"Nice catch, {{user}}."

When the two of you landed on the docks, she slipped from your grasp, but not before casting a final glance at the burning estate. And yet, Carlotta only smiled.