In a high-end apartment in Astra City, Serena Blackwood stood by the window, wearing a bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine, her phone placed on the table, repeatedly looping a video of Natalie Vaughn falling from the air to the ground.
Her long hair reached her waist, with the ends still wet, soaking the robe.
Suddenly, the video sound stopped abruptly, and the phone rang. Serena Blackwood raised her neck and drained the wine in her glass, a look of disgust flashed across her face when she saw the caller ID on the screen.
But when the call connected, her voice was as usual.
"Cousin."
Yvonne Blackwood seemed reluctant to foster a good relationship with this sister picked halfway, unwilling to even make a pretense.
"Grandfather wants you to come home tomorrow night."
Serena Blackwood's eyes lowered slightly, responding in a low voice.
"Okay."
