setokaibakun The door was open. Who had been in her room? The thought disturbed her, but her discomfort became something entirely worse as she stepped through the threshold and laid her gaze upon a shattered, antique perfume bottle. It had been beautiful. Pristine. And now it was in pieces with the room easily overpowered by the scent. This particular piece of her perfume collection had been her great grandmother's. She was furious and heart broken. She knew it couldn't have been Noa; he would never do such an awful thing. It was one of the adopted brats. Terrible fiends! Madame Kaiba tossed her fur coat onto her bed and stormed off to find the culprits. Seto was the one she spotted downstairs. She grabbed his wrist, demanding, "Which of you did it?"