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Brunilda sent an impression of shock and disgust to him, revealing she was back from heading out into the city.
"Why are you covered in someone else's blood?" She sent an image of what he looked like through her eyes. "At least change!"
Mattheus turned to where he figured she was based on the visual shared. He was still wearing the clothes splashed and stained with blood. There was even some on his face, considering he hadn't bothered to wipe his hands of blood either.
Quite frankly, he looked like a murderer. A very rich and fancy murderer considering the ritzy room and the quality of his clothes beneath the blood.
"I've had a very long day," Mattheus said in a monotone.
