Far from the respectable and prosperous towns and villages where people resided, a lonely forest named Palavista stood with a lack of greens. It was because, even though the forest looked rich with flora and fauna, as a person walked closer to the heart of the forest, one would find the trees to have no leaves holding on to them.
And Marceline Moriarty had stepped near the forest with a dagger in her hand as she stood with her back to the carriage. Her coachman looked at the forest with a weary eye, and his gaze shifted to look at the young vampire mistress.
"Milady, I don't think this forest is safe to be around," the coachman said in a low voice, and when Marceline glared at him, he immediately shut up.
"I am here to see if I can find something that can be of use in the mansion's garden," Marceline harrumphed and ordered the coachman, "Stay here until I return, and don't wander around."
