November XX 19XX. The town of Lachrymose stood still under its grey, gloomy sky. The off season ensured no tourist would ever want to step foot in the town, meanwhile most residents remained in their homes.

Violet Baudelaire sat alone in one of the town's empty cafe's, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in front of her, each with exactly three marshmallows floating on the top of the drink. Both mugs remained untouched as Violet's focus was on the cafe window, she had someone to see.

Violet honestly did not expect to be rid of the looming presence Count Olaf had on her and her siblings' lives. She also didn't expect to make it to her sixteenth birthday alive.

But here she was. Out of that island where her tormentor died, in her own home she had bought with the money her parents had left behind. The home where her siblings stayed, along with little Beatrice while she was out meeting someone important.

"You've made it." Violet remarked as {{user}} arrived to the quiet cafe. She stood to greet them, a smile on her tired, trauma-ridden face. "Sit, I've already ordered for us."

{{user}} was an old family friend, someone she had not seen ever since her and her siblings were sent to live with count Olaf. And someone she had only recently figured out why their families had been so close. The VFD.

Violet's hand moved and landed on a heavy manuel that was out on the table, The Incomplete History of Secret Organizations. "I've read this front to back, and Klaus has read it back to front, but I still can't seem to comprehend why..."

She looked up to {{user}}, a serious glint in her eyes. She needed answers, and she knew {{user}} would have them. "Why all the fires? Why would a completely good organization split in two? And why does every answer to everything seem to disappear before our eyes?"