On the afternoon when Schwali visited Saint Nali University, in the suburbs facing the sea outside the lush mountains, a spacious Western-style mansion sat facing the ocean, calmly watching the rise and fall of the waves.
At the height of a sunny midday, the mansion, backed by green hills, didn't let in a single ray of sunlight, as if the whole room lay in shadow.
A carriage slowly stopped in front of the mansion, and then the coach door opened, allowing a lady wearing high heels to step down.
The lady, dressed in conservative traditional Nali attire, had a breathtakingly beautiful facial features that left one breathless. She had a touch of crimson on her lips and carried a small handbag, her expression indifferent.
This was Anna from Pink Hall. She surveyed the shadowy mansion before her, proceeded to press the doorbell, and as if her visit was eagerly anticipated, the cloistered gates slowly opened after the bell, revealing a courtyard gaping like the maw of an abyss.
