The thunderstorm rattled the glass pane in Faye's bedroom. The storm wasn't just brewing outside, it was about to sneak into her house as well. She held Louis in her arms as he was still a baby. Aloïs sat wrapped around her arm, watching his little brother. The lights were all out but none of the three were afraid of the dark. They had always found it comforting. Faye could hear loud voices coming from outside that kept getting louder. There was fighting and bloodshed just below her room. But she stayed glued to her kids and didn't flinch even a bit.

She knew in her heart that this attack wasn't like the ones before. These people weren't some politics goons, here to destroy the sole heir of the Valentine family. She knew it somewhere deep down, from the voices and from the way things happened that this time was different. These people weren't something that would leave before their work here was done.

She looked at her kids, carving their faces in her memory. She held them close, fe