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My head pressed against the metal table which was cool to the touch. I looked through the window as the darkness of the night retreated, making way for the fiery star which blesses the world with its presence. The darkness that shadowed this city was gone, yet the darkness within my heart stayed.

Why is that?

I'm not thinking straight. My mind still stuck in a trance from my latest dream nightmare. It's been three years since my banishment. However, it felt like a lifetime of loneliness, confusion, and anguish. I exchanged my gun for a blood-stained carnation. Was it the right choice? I'm not sure, but it's life.

I tossed my head to the right to see my personal maid, Susan places a cup of coffee beside me alongst with today's mail. I straighten my back and greeted, "Good morning." She gave me a warm smile and greeted me back. I took a sip of coffee and looked through the mail.

In the background, Susan informed me of my schedule. "You have afternoon classes from 9 am to 2 pm. Then you have a meeting with Mrs. Clark at three pm. Are you listening?" I nodded my head and gestured my hands for her to wrap it up.

Susan sighed and continued, "The next few hours will be for preparation for the social gathering at 11 pm hosted by Jent Baker. The guest lists are some of the most prestigious members of society. Madam called yesterday and threaten to kick you from the household if you pose as an embarrassment."

When I heard my mother's threat, I busted in laughter and turned my head to face Susan. Flashing a smile, I replied, "Isn't that the case already?" I continued to look through the stack of mail and noticed an envelope had no sender depicted. As I ripped open the envelope, and read the letter enclosed. I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

"Meet me at Cafe Novis across HeartBridge Park at ten in the morning," I mumbled. Sensing something was off Susan asked, "Is something the matter?" I instructed her to replace today's afternoon class with a meeting at Cafe Novis at 10 am.

She asked, "Is it Mrs.Clark?" I took a moment to recollect my thoughts "Ah, no." She asked a few follow-up questions, but I didn't respond. How could I? If I told Susan the truth, it'll only bring more concern.

My past is riddled with unfinished business, isn't it?