"Look, Mr Carl..."

"I don't need any explanations." he interrupted her, throwing a bank card on the couch.

"My money's all in there. You can take it. Please, just go. I swear on my life not to reveal your existence." he begged.

Lavana sighed.

"We don't need your money. We were going to leave, anyway. That ring in your hand; if you try to spill the secret of our existence, you will die." Beatrix spat.

"Big sis, let's go." she ran out of the apartment.

Lavana looked at the fearful ...