Around ten o'clock in the evening, I hesitantly enter the villa with my coat hanging on my arm. I intend not to come face to face with Freya. It will be difficult again to avoid her and her eyes filled with questions.

Locking the main door, I walk inside and notice empty cups and plates scattered on the dinner table. I feel strange. Someone was here at the villa?

I walk further and then I hear the faint sound of music coming from the room which usually remains vacant.

After a few seconds, I see a familiar woman step out of that room. She stops midway when she catches me....