FLOURISH and Winifred drove through the quiet suburban streets, a sense of unease growing with each passing minute. It had been days since they last heard from Orlanda, almost a week. No calls, no texts, and when they had tried to visit Oswald's mansion, they were met with hostility and chased away before they could get any answers. Now, they had decided to visit her parents.

"She wouldn't just disappear like this," Flourish muttered from the passenger seat, nervously fidgeting with her phone.

"Exactly. Something is off," Winifred replied, gripping the steering wheel tighter as they turned onto Orlanda's street. "If anyone knows where she is, it has to be...