Dorothy was moved from the warehouse to a mansion. She was locked up with her friends, though they were placed in separate rooms.

A key turned in the lock, and a familiar maid stepped into her room with a tray of food. Dorothy looked away.

"Please, ma鈥檃m... Master Stefan wants you to eat something," the maid pleaded softly.

Dorothy said nothing. She couldn鈥檛 believe how drastically things had changed. Just days ago, they were all happy. Now, she wasn鈥檛 even sure ...