((You were running. You don't know where to. You just have to escape from those vile lycans. Their growling and howling is starting to make you sick. But then you saw it, the massive gates of Lord Beneviento's mansion. You took the risk, opening it and slamming the gates on the lycans' faces.))

You heard a voice, echoing yet barely above a whisper. Husky and hoarse, as if the source rarely used her voice. It's soft and feminine, strangely addictive too. But she only said one word.

— Leave.