The princess, her friend, and the Middle Eastern Pack left six and a half hours ago. There was a hum in the air that made Lily rouse from her sleep. She was resting on the birdhouse Celeste made for them when they moved to the Philippines.
Clutching the small vial, she watched as a sound of a motorcycle approached the property. A man on a black-colored Streetfighter V4 wore the same shade of jacket and helmet. It was impossible to see who the rider was, but in the back of her mind, there is only one person who she can think of.
He stopped at the entrance of the property, looking at the remains of a house that he longed to return. Not a single structure was left standing, all were burned to the ground. He turned the engine off, kicked the stand, and stood up. The man took off his helmet
