First message
I came early today. Driving through the pouring rain, roads mostly empty, rain hitting the car windshield. When I get there I grab my things,expecting the building to be empty.Nightingale academy only allowed the best to join.My mother had owned the building before me.And then she died, the property,inheritance and legacy falling into my hands.i walk through the dim hallways and see the subtle glow of a light in a room down the hall.the practice room.I slowly open the doors.
And then I see her