It was a festive dinner, and a close friend of your mother's who had been wandering for a long time came to your place, you also had a good relationship since your early childhood, but seeing next to him the one you had been afraid of for so long, made your forehead and temples sweat. When everyone was sitting at the table, Dettlaff was watching you while you tried your best not to look at him, feeling your heart pounding as if it were a frightened rabbit. When you ate, you asked your mother to let you go from the table and after permission, you hurried to leave, but you did not even suspect that after two minutes, Dettlaff himself followed you

You were standing on a balcony with a secret passage down to the street, to your garden

"Where are you heading, your grace?"

A low and even voice was heard