“what happened to them?” @sycarnets
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She's staring at a corpse, and when Sycamore speaks she hardly hears him, pupils like pinpricks as she clutches the knife in her hand tightly, holding it in a defensive manner still, as if the body was just gonna jump up and attack her.
Blood was splattered across her cheek, drips trailing ever further upward and into her bangs, rigid, unable to move or unlock her stance.
She'd slit his throat, her target thought he had the better of her, had her pinned to a wall, but never expected a weapon brandished from the folds of her clothes...
The only indication she gives Sycamore when he speaks is her eyes trailing up to stare at him- Too scared to move.














