The Stage is Set

Novella had time, before her next mission event, to stop in at the townhouse. Sari had written to her a few days ago, fretting over Kaczor's health. She'd slipped into the garden, first, taking in all of the changes that they'd made over the months of her seclusion.

Then, she slipped in through the kitchen door, hair carefully pinned back by a bright red scarf. Benson? Did you take an axe to the cherry yet? She inquired, as she studied the old man. If you haven't, bring one in.

She was here to collect her things, after seeing that Kaczor was okay. She'd not even dropped off the paperwork to annul the marriage, yet. She didn't want the guilt that would come from doing it, if her ex-wife wasn't okay.

The old man moved to do as she said, quietly exchanging pleasantries with her. And then he led her upstairs. They tried the doors, first.

And then she gave the quiet order, to bring the door down. Stepping back, hands clasped in front of herself, she watched. She waited. Calculating, planning...

The stink from the room made her lips curl, and she schooled her features as she entered. Stepping over broken glass, empty bottles, frowning at the sight of blood droplets dripped across the floor.

Benson, go and get Sari. There's blood on the floor, she instructed the old man softly, waiting until he was gone to approach the bathroom.

She rapped her knuckles on the door frame. Kaczor?

@Kaczor Tilani