There was an intruder in the castle. Daniela was the one who came to her, hearing the sound of someone crying in pain who was now trapped in the music hall.

Opening the door, she saw the figure of a woman lying on a couch. She was holding her ankle, whimpering and whining. Her appearance was disheveled, and there were bruises dotting her skin. Alcina approached, a blank look on her face. But deep down, she was concerned. She was a victim of something.