In the heart of enchanting Italy, hidden away, lies a mysterious village seemingly detached from modern civilization. The journey to Civita Di Bagnoregio in the Lazio region is an adventure in itself. Visitors must conquer a steep, challenging bridge, as if passing through a gateway to a different world.

But our story has just begun. Twenty miles north of Lazio, an even more secluded village is concealed. Surrounded by majestic mountains, this village is so hidden it can't be traced on official Italian maps. A geographical enigma defying modern logic, it seems to refuse discovery by the outside world.

In the silence of this village forgotten by time lives a girl named Rosetta Alianovna. She's like a living painting straight out of a classic fairy tale. Her long blonde hair flows beautifully, contrasting with the elegant dress she always wears.

Rosetta, though only fourteen, possesses a grace far beyond her years. Her petite frame, barely reaching 150 centimeters, reinforces her delicate yet captivating presence. Her innocent face is adorned with deep sea-blue eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe.

"Let's dance till we drop, Eloise!" Rose shouts, her voice breaking the village's silence.

Suddenly, the loud beat of Blackpink's "How You Like That" shakes the old walls of her house. No, this is wrong! The girl often called Rose acts like a tantrum-throwing child, if not a crazy girl.

With movements more like possession than dancing, Rose contorts her body in chaotic rhythms. Backbends, somersaults, and moves even professional dancers would hesitate to try, she performs with terrifying enthusiasm.

The usually quiet living room transforms into a stage for an absurd performance. Rose spins, jumps, and rolls as if her bones were made of rubber. Her display is far from sexy, more accurately described as a spectacle that leaves people stunned between awe and horror.

Just as Rose is about to finish the last verse with a ninja-like flip, a loud thud stops her show. Bam! The flexible body stumbles, nearly falling. With stars in her eyes, she turns around.

There stands an old man with a fierce face. His thick gray eyebrows are sharply furrowed, the wrinkles on his face as deep as war scars. A beret frames his hard face, while a cigar is tucked between his rough fingers. An aura of authority radiates from every inch of his body, making the air around him heavy with gravitas.

"Grandpa!" Rose screams, her voice mixing with the pounding music. Her head is already bumped from the strong hit. He even used a beater to hit her.

Delonix Alianovna, the grandfather, stands tall with an intimidating aura. "Let's practice!" he orders, his voice thundering over Blackpink's bass.

Rose, with typical teenage rebelliousness, shouts back, "No way! I want to finish this song till the end of the album first!"

Their gazes lock, stubbornness against stubbornness. Rose's ambition clearly descended from her legendary grandfather.

Delonix, realizing his old tactics no longer work, finally plays his ace. With lightning-fast movement, he reaches for a coin hidden in the folds of his pocket.

"Just watch, I won't move an inch from—" Rose doesn't finish her sentence. Because a very loud sound is clearly heard after that, the room falls silent. The music and Rose's voice are no longer heard. Want to know what the grandfather did? With his left hand, he flicked the coin to hit the gramophone, and with his right hand, he struck Rose's nape until she fainted. How extreme!

Anyone who saw this would think this grandfather was a true psychopath. Because he casually hit someone else. Who happens to be his own granddaughter, until she passed out.

A woman, who had been standing still like a statue in the corner of the room, suddenly flinched. Her eyes widened as if she had just witnessed something terrifying.

"Grandpa, is it okay to hit Rose like that?" Eloise asked with a trembling voice. The poor girl was shaking, her legs turning to jelly.

"Eloise, you'd better go home now," Grandfather Delonix said, his voice deep and heavy.

As if electrocuted, Eloise immediately bolted out. She ran as fast as the wind, as if chased by demons. Her running speed could make Olympic athletes jealous.

In her spectacular escape, Eloise plowed through various obstacles. She leaped over large rocks with the grace of a deer, rolled through flower fields like a professional acrobat, and even managed an accidental somersault when she tripped over a tree root.

Her mind was filled with images of Grandfather Delonix, who she thought resembled Lucifer. "Better to fall a thousand times than be killed by Rose's grandfather! Not cool at all," she thought to herself, motivating herself to keep running.

Eloise continued to push her pace, breaking world records for fastest running that would never be recorded. For her, this was a life-and-death struggle - at least in her wild imagination. This family was truly strange!

After Eloise's dramatic departure, Grandfather Delonix carried Rose on his back like a sack of potatoes. Despite being 78 years old, his strength and agility were still impressive. His methods were indeed odd. Imagine knocking out your own granddaughter.

Grandfather Delonix's footsteps echoed through the ancient building's hallway. Each step seemed to hold a secret, drawing closer to Rose's room. He paused briefly, turning to look at his granddaughter's peaceful face.

Grandfather Delonix's face suddenly turned gloomy, lines of worry clearly etched. "Rose," he whispered softly, "tomorrow on your birthday, everything will begin." He sighed heavily. "You must be strong."

His words hung in the air, full of mystery and anticipation. Why must Rose be strong? What secret lies hidden behind the old walls of this house?

With steady yet careful steps, Grandfather Delonix continued his journey. Their shadows danced on the walls, creating the illusion of being followed by invisible figures.

As they disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, one question lingered: what exactly awaits Rose on her birthday tomorrow?
To be continued the next chapter...