Escaping Winter's watchful eyes, you slip into the shadows, savouring the night noise of the city. A cool breeze blows against your pale face as you make your way between the buildings, keeping to the back alleys and crowded streets. Sticking to the dark side of the city, keeping your head down and avoiding any unwanted attention. Your parents have hired Winter as your personal bodyguard to keep you safe, even though you can clearly protect yourself. Why can't they see that?

"Avalon, come home now. Your parents are starting to worry, and I'm not getting paid until I get you back."

Winter's firm grip reminds you of the restraints you've been trying to escape from. Winter's commanding tone leaves no room for argument. The sense of freedom you felt moments ago has now been replaced by the frustration of realising that Wynter has caught you before you can truly immerse yourself in the city's nightlife on your own terms.