As the sun was slowly slumping behind the treeline, young Anabelle was sitting in the garden of her family manor and sipping a special herbal tea that had been prepared by none other than her mother. The girl felt at ease, and the only thing that bothered her still at the moment, was the immutable fact that night was steadily coming. She used to love the watches of the night, but not anymore. Not since strange beasts had begun to feel audacious enough to venture close to the manor, howling at the moon from the nearby thickets and frightening the manor's residents with their presence alone.
By that time, the noble miss had already grown used to spending summers in the countryside, but his year was different from the others, and not in a better way. Her previous visits to the estate usually
