Pandora's box

The neighboring province was identical to the medieval village I visited when I traveled to France but with a solarpunk twist.

The hills were green and the people were very lively and friendly. Despite having stolen food would not be enough, and I needed shelter but the problem was how to pay for it. Pawning the jewels was not an option because they could track me down.

I couldn't put my tattoo stand in the middle of the square either. No one will want a girl to tattoo them, so I would do what I always do when I need to earn easy money; play street music.

How lucky that I always bring my suitcases with all my equipment and portable sound system. I prepared the space by covering my suitcases and backpack with Hindu blankets to create a stage and located the mini speakers.

My open case would serve to receive the money when more people were arriving. I turned on the music and began to play my violin. I had several repertoires so I played "Can't Help Falling in Love", followed with "My Heart Will Go On" and ended with "Lambada". The audience exploded and there were those who came to dance and clap to the rhythm of the song while they left me money.

The curious peeked out to discover where the music came from and at the end they congratulated me. I packed up my things because I made enough to pay for an inn.

When I asked the innkeeper about ways to get out of there, he pointed out the train station and the port. The cheapest ticket was obviously the railroad so I had to become someone different to leave the province.

Last night I cut my hair, dyed it blue, and got the piercings that disappeared when I came to this world. My clothes fit my size and looking at myself in the mirror, I was looking like my usual rebellious self.

Ahh, I feel like I'm doing the same old thing. Since, tomorrow I will take the train to go away.

Fixing my backpack, I found the cursed book whose history doomed me. I reread it and sighed how lucky I was to get out of the Millefiori house quickly.

If I had opened that damn box, I would now be well doomed. Let's see, I was supposed to free my familiar blah blah blah ... that would be a Fenrir and another nameless demonic creature?! ... shit, it's a Pandora's box !!

At the end of the day, those spirits or whatever they are would only have a predilection for heroin, I don't need more loads than my suitcases, let's see what's next, let's move on to chapters. Hmm ... her mother died in an avalanche when she was three ... her family hates her ... her fiancé will hand her over to the demon king to be killed ... this is ... marvelous !! There was such a place and I was very stupid looking for a house.

Change of plans. I will head in the opposite direction to civilization. Gotta go before the heroes fuck me up and take it away

Let's pack everything to go with the sunrise. Hehe I will get the long-awaited power that is hidden in the darkness of Sunnyside Asylum to travel free for life !.

She excitedly prepared herself to go to the cursed asylum.

**

That morning at the mansion, breakfast was prepared but of all the diners, one was missing from the table.

The desperate runs of the maids and the other employees of the ranch did not stop looking for the daughter of their lord who vanished. The maid came looking for her early but the room was empty.

They only found the pajamas on the floor over the slippers and a storybook by the side. They gave notice to Enzo that he sent everyone to look for his daughter to every corner of the mansion. He knew something was wrong when she started acting weird the day before but his not finding her upset him.

The pajamas on the floor gave the impression that she was there and she disappeared into thin air. The pain in his chest became more evident and remembering how he lost his first wife caused the pressure to skyrocket.

The doctor prescribed painkillers and asked him to rest. Rouben brought him a relaxing tea and began chatting with his lord while the others were out.

-I am very sorry about this situation. We put the hounds to work to find her but her trace is lost in the gates-

-Marianne ... she said this would happen. First her and then my daughter ... where did they go? ... why to them? !! If only she had opened her box in time! -Enzo began to cry remembering the disappearance of his wife

-Wherever they are, sure they will be fine my lord ... I hope- Rouben brought him the tea doubting his answer

-Call the information guild, ask for the witch Luana and pay what they ask of you. Someone has to give me an answer as to where my wife and daughter are! -

A race against time of someone fleeing her destiny against someone desperately searching for her broke out in the country.

Who would achieve their goal first?

The traveling girl or the hurt father. Place your bets!