The first death of the event

The luxurious ebony carriage sliced through the darkness of the night with elegance, drawn by four majestic black horses whose eyes gleamed like rubies. Inside the carriage, a tense silence hung in the air. Scarlet, sitting with impeccable posture, observed the nighttime landscape through the small window, her expression grave but filled with pride. Cassandra, beside her, wore a slight smile, while Belatrix appeared distracted, tapping her fingers on the armrest. Daniela, hands folded in her lap, looked at Strax with a mixed expression of curiosity and anxiety.

Strax, however, appeared incredibly relaxed. He was reclined, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he observed his companions. "You all look like you're heading to an execution, not a dinner," he commented, breaking the silence with his deep, charismatic voice.

Cassandra laughed, but Scarlet shot her a serious glance.