TWO HOURS EARLIER.
Before the fire broke out ruining the already ruined peace of the night, in a certain tower, everyone was busy with work.
Whereas the owner of the ravishing place took a hot bath, changed into her nightwear and began to hum to herself.
"Your almond milk, My Lady,"
A maid offered the blonde lady who drank the milk and after doing a little walk, she entered her room, her chin up with a relieved smile, pushing her hair behind her back.
Unaware of the chasing fatality, she entered her dark room, baffling about who put out the scented candles, arching an eyebrow.
Frowning, the second she lit up the lantern in the corner, her door slammed closed, earning a gasp of astonishment from her.
"Ah!"
She jumped in fear, looking over to find who did this terrible prank and glared with her scolding resonance echoing in the air.
"Who did this!?"
