The motorcycle's roar echoed in the air as Eliza rode along the long path leading to her father's castle. The shadows of trees stretched under the dim twilight light, creating a scene that seemed straight out of a nightmare. The moon, barely visible between the clouds, seemed to watch her with a cold, distant eye. She stopped in front of the grand entrance, turning off the engine as her boots hit the ground with a dull thud.
The air was charged with tension, something Eliza felt immediately. A constant murmur came from inside the castle, mixed with hurried footsteps and voices raised higher than normal. Something was happening, something big.
As she walked toward the main door, she noticed how the guards glanced at her from the corner of their eyes, their expressions rigid and serious. No one bothered to greet her, which wasn't strange, but this time there was something more in their looks—a mixture of nervousness and wariness.
