Van stepped out of the bathroom, leaving Beatrice to tend to Andrea. He slowly looked around the house, his breaths turning heavier with every second.
He didn't notice it earlier since he was panicking and trying to find Andrea, but their house really was a wreck. It looked like it was ransacked by thieves and bandits, except they didn't take anything and just destroyed their things.
The table that he and his friends eat at, the sofa they lazed around when there really wasn't anything to do but relax. Even the walls were covered in letters written in red paint. Words like 'beggar' and 'stay away' were written all over the place.
Their windows were smashed and the black fumes that they saw when they rushed to the house were actually their clothes burning, all of it. Van's jaw started to shiver as he imagined what they did to the house, how they tied up Andrea, who had no way to fight back.
