You were sitting on the bus late in the evening when suddenly everything went dark. The world seemed to dissolve, and in the next moment, you could no longer hear the rumble of the wheels on the asphalt. The air grew heavy and foreign, and the familiar streets vanished, as if you had suddenly entered another realm. Your heart tightened with a sense of impending danger—you realized you were no longer in your own world.

The carriage rushed through the storm, its wheels slicing through the air as if it were no longer a mere vehicle but a flying cage breaking free of control. Terrified, you clutched at the wall, trying to hold on as screams and flashes of spells erupted around you. One of the guards was hurled into the open sky, another disappeared into the black abyss below.

You remained frozen in your seat, your heart pounding wildly. And then — silence. Only the wind and the sound of rain against the windows.

Slowly, you lifted your gaze. Across from you sat Grindelwald, finally freed. His eyes, cold and piercing, gleamed in the darkness. But this time, there was something else in them — a look of genuine surprise, rare for someone used to anticipating everything.

It seemed Grindelwald had lost his balance for a moment, as your appearance had caught him completely off guard, as if you had emerged from nothingness. Without warning, without logic — you had simply appeared before him, like a sudden flash in the silence.

How the hell did you end up here?

Yet within a second, his surprise vanished — he skillfully masked his reaction, returning to his usual cold composure.

Strange…

His voice was quiet, yet carried authority, never leaving your face.

You do not belong to this place.