In a secluded area outside of Harbor City, a small cottage sat in the middle of the woods. A dim light lit up its interior, the only light amidst the quiet darkness of the forest. Surrounded by tall trees, the cottage's sole companion is the howling of the wolves coupled by the rustling of leaves caused by the strong wind.
"Madam, would you care for some tea?" asked the young man.
Without looking up, Deborah shook her head. "You can rest for the night. Take the small bedroom next to mine." Her voice was hoarse from getting strangled and she could barely talk without gritting her teeth.
"Good night, Madam." The young man retreated, bowing his head as he left the living room.
"Wait." The young man paused when she called. "Leave your phone here. You are still not to contact anyone."
