Victoria Moreau had always loved picturesque Lomidar Forest with its tall, quiet trees. It was a place where she felt relaxed.

She was a lean, cold-blooded wine drinker with an uppity demeanor and long, elegant fingers. Her friends saw her as an overconfident fencer. Once, she had even rescued a shrill old man from a burning building just to prove a point. That's the sort of woman she was.

Victoria walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. The clouds danced like laughing foxes.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of William Trescothik. William was an energetic coward with a handsome face and an overinflated ego..

Victoria gulped. She was not prepared for William.

As Victoria stepped outside and William came closer, she could see the scattered glint in his eyes.

"I am here because I want a fight," William bellowed, in a giving tone. He slammed his fist against Victoria's chest out of the blue "I frigging hate you, Victoria Moreau."

Victoria looked back, even more worried and still fingering the elegant blade. "William, you should let bygones be bygones," she replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two depressed, damaged cousins rampaging at a very tense dinner party, which had flute music playing in the background and two sinister uncles talking to the beat.

Suddenly, William lunged forward and tried to punch Victoria in the face. Quickly, Victoria grabbed the elegant rapier and brought it down on William's skull.

William's handsome face trembled and his blonde hair wobbled. He looked happy, his body raw like a rapidly falling log.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later William Trescothik was dead.

Victoria Moreau went back inside and poured herself another glass of wine.