The clock showed 00:42. Elena had just changed out of her evening gown into champagne-colored satin pajamas. Her hair was loose, her face fresh, though fatigue was starting to creep in. She turned off the living room lights and stepped into her bedroom, accompanied only by the sound of water gurgling from the small garden outside the window.

Just as she was about to lie down on the soft bed, her phone vibrated softly on the nightstand.

Holic Calling...

Elena frowned. At this hour?

She ...