The Note, She Went Missing?

Early in the morning, Vincent, who was enjoying a cup of coffee in the living room, received a note with delicate handwriting. Not knowing who it came from, but curious, he opened it and realized...

"Oh!" raising his eyebrow, he closed the note and smiled, but his smile is bitter.

"I don't know what's in store for me, but I don't think it's anything good..." she muttered.

"What are you talking about?" a man with long white hair and red eyes behind him approached him curiously.

"It's nothing..." Vincent didn't want to talk about it, but... Who is his Master? The person who trained him since he was a kid.

"Since it can't be anything, I told you that from your Master, you can't hide anything." The man told him as he reached over in a second and snatched the note from him.