At the same time, in a different place.
In an expansive bedroom, illuminated only by the glow of the moon filtering through the windows, its owner lay sound asleep. Suddenly, the door sprang open, and the soft, elegant sound of footsteps echoed through the room. The intruder approached the side of the bed, then, in a clear and respectful voice, called out.
"Miss Eva."
The sound of her name stirred Eva from her sleep, and though she immediately woke, she took a moment to prop herself up in bed. Seeing the still-dark room and sensing something was off, being awakened in the middle of the night, she glanced at her maid and asked.
"Sophia, what is it?"
Standing at the side, Sophia, now addressed, replied promptly.
