“So this is Oletus Manor?”

Late night. A car stops at the gates of Oletus Manor and a rather elegant woman gets out. Her heels click leisurely on the pavement as she steps outside to retrieve her suitcases from the trunk of the taxi.

Her light fur coat and hat make her stand out against the dark forest surrounding the estate. The thin and elegant figure sways slowly as she approaches the gate with a confident look.

“Old friend... we will meet soon.”

"Hm? Who is there?"

Even though Evelyn looks like a fragile and gentle woman, there is no fear on her face when she notices someone walking in the dark, breaking branches and dry leaves under their shoes. The woman squints and peers into the darkness to understand who is in front of her. Her hand reaches into her bosom in case an enemy appears in front of her.