[cw: violence and death ahoy!]

What Aslan had avoided, might have been a small mercy, for what he came to when he came home was a nightmare. Nothing was scene, but there was something. An irony smell filled the air, and a few pieces of furniture were definitely out of place.

While the lights were turned down low, it was not dark so he could see the small drops that made a path. It was in a back room he could hear a muffled grunt and gasp. The maid that had managed to survive would have hurried to the door and looked relieved to see it was merely Nisa's brother. She had some materials to clean the floor , her own outfit was splattered with something far too familiar even for a detective.

"I will need this fixed!" Came Nisa's voice. She was stressed by something, but happy, exhilarated even. That was perhaps what drove her. The usually calm and gentle looking woman's eyes were wide and wild but with pure joy. The man who'd thrown a punch at her brother at the ball was on the ground , she was standing on his back, a rope around his throat was twisted as she held both ends crossed the man's neck, tied around wooden handles so that she had a firm grip that wouldn't enjoy her delicate skin. This was her own creation after an almost failed attempt on someone months back.

She tugged hard and a smug sneer came to her face as the man gave a small choke, his face turning a variety of colors. "We will see what happens first!" She said to the maid, not realizing he'd come home yet. "He'll die or I'll pop it off!" Her head turned to the side realizing someone was here and smiled. "Oh brother, you're home!"