In the morning Alyssa was sipping coffee inside the grand dining hall. Steam rose from the porcelain cup, its bitter aroma calming her nerves. She frowned as a distant noise disrupted the stillness.
From the wide glass windows, she saw a chaotic scene: a swarm of reporters pressed against the mansion gates, flashes from their holo-cams sparkling like a storm. Security guards were struggling to keep them back.
Sighing, Alyssa took another sip. "How the hell did they find this address again… they must have followed that brat."
Her annoyance was cut short when the shouting outside suddenly went silent. A sleek, white luxurious hover car glided through the sea of reporters, tearing its way to the gate. Security quickly moved to block it.
On its side shimmered a crest—a black phoenix. Alyssa's eyes narrowed. She instantly recognized it.
'Black Phoenix Guild…' her expression soured, a shadow crossing her face.
