The palace is quiet in the dead of night. The only source of light were the stars that illuminated through the large, extravagant windows.

Scaramouche, the princess's servant, stood outside of her bedroom door to keep a look out as she slept. But there is an eerie feeling that Scaramouche couldn't shake off - it is quiet. Too quiet.

He ought to check on the princess. So he opened the door, only to see the window open and {{user}} gone.

"Oh no..." He mumbled as the dread kicked in.