Nia's heart raced as she made her way to the garden at midnight. She had been thinking about the mysterious message all day, wondering who could be behind it. Was it a trap or a genuine offer of help?
As she entered the garden, she saw a figure waiting for her in the shadows. It was a woman, dressed in a long cloak and hood. Nia couldn't see her face, but she could sense her eyes on her.
"Who are you?" Nia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman stepped forward, her movements graceful and silent. "I am someone who wants to help you, Nia," she said, her voice low and smooth. "I know you're trapped in this palace, and I know you want to escape."
Nia's eyes narrowed. There was something off about this woman's voice—something that didn't sound right.
"What do you propose?" Nia
