Suddenly we stood in a long hall. The floor was made of black and white tiles and the walls were covered in painted history, such a classic beauty. That strange man walked in front of me and I followed him as I saw the ancient paintings. He stopped in front a big wooden door and bowed slightly.

-Am I supposed to enter there? -I asked.

His presence exuded danger and power, his smile cast shivers and his presence induced a feeling of seniority, almost resembling a noble man of the aristocracy.

As I enter the room I see a slender figure of a blonde woman. I came closer and she looked stolid.

-I guess we have a lot to speak about. -Her voice was cold and trembling.

-Excuse me?

She turned around watching the window. She seemed to me affected by my presence. I stood in front of her big desk, watching her, surrounded by old luxury. Who was that woman? Her deep blue eyes framed by her big round glasses looked familiar. She wore a black, well tailored suit.

-I'm sorry, I don't actually know what am I supp...

-You are Iris Wingates, aren't you? -She interrupted me abruptly as she turned back to me.

-Yes, I am. -I answered her.

-How old are you?

-What does it has to do with you?

-Oh a lot, believe me!

-I'm twenty two. May I ask why do it concerns you?

-No wonder I didn't knew about your existence! I am your sister... -Her voiced trembled once again while saying "sister".

-What? -I looked at her confused and trying to smile.- What kind of bad joke is this?

-Do I look like the kind of person that jokes around?

-N..No...

-You were born when I was three and given to an orphanage before we even meet.

I became speechless, my voice didn't wanted to come out, I turned mute. My heart was beating frantically and everything seemed to spin around me. Everything started to seem too light and soft and suddenly everything became nothing.