NARRATOR'S POV
The atmosphere was thick, silence reigned, and fear covered the people inside the mansion. Although the assailant was long gone, the chaos he brought remained. Clinging into their hearts like a wine stain in a white purr carpet.
Finally finding her courage, Rachelle stood up. Shaky legs dragging her toward Alexander.
"A-alexander" she forced out of her throat, her voice was rasped and dry- unquestionably due to the previous attack.
The young woman slumped next to Alexander, horror shook her upon seeing his form. It was not supposed to be like this, she had seen worst. Being in a profession like hers, whenever an accident happens. She would witness the most terrible and bloody situation one that nobody would ever wish to see. Shattered bones, organs sticking out of open wounds, limb hanging as it was connected by a thin piece of flesh- a sea of blood and agony.
