5 PM. Sumire carefully peek out the window's car and the cold, but serene afternoon greeted her. The wind whipped her black colored hair across her face, a pair of midnight eyes peering through the fluffy clouds drifted across the sky. Ahead of her loomed was an old-fashioned majestic palace-like manor stood. Sunlight streaming down illuminated the groups of trees that stood proudly, bumps on a smooth, green plain. Peering at the trees, the flash of a golden sunset, a cool and breezy gentle gust of wind blew against her face.
Mort got out of the car and opened the door for her. Sumire stepped out and the long red carpet, and the number of men in their black suits lined up towards the end. They all bowed to Mort which slightly surprised Sumire. Mort hold her hand and sauntered together down the long red carpet aisle in the middle of bowed heads of men while the black beast panther was tailing and growling behind them.
