Elena stood on her balcony, calmly gazing at the distant nightscape.
“Tell your people to proceed as planned,” she murmured into her phone. “And stay hidden, don’t get hurt.”
“Okay! Talk later!” Elotte hurriedly hung up.
Elena pressed her lips together, a weight on her mind as she sat on the balcony. She wasn’t sure if Elotte could pull this off; it was unlike anything Elotte had ever done before. But Elena had resolved to handle this herself, and there was no turning back. They were on their own; no one else would help them.
Soon, a group of thugs stormed into the studio, intending to vandalize the place. They were quickly surrounded by bodyguards hidden in the shadows. A fight erupted.
Elotte, covered in specially prepared stage blood, ran out, screaming, “Help! Someone! Murder!”
T
