Her eyes fell on the bloodied knife in the girl's hand. Its silver hilt glinted in the light of the wall lantern as the blood dripped down from its surface as if the weapon was washing itself from the crime it committed. A silver knife. Where did Litty get such a precious object? She wondered, closing the distance between the two of them.
"E-Eve." The girl whimpered, clutching her blood-soaked skirt tightly. "I- I'm sorry I got your dress ruined."
Eve sighed, kneeling in the pool of blood surrounding the girl. She noticed that the girl was wearing the only spare dress that she had from the palace. Forcing a smile on her face, she reached out to cup the girl's face in both her hands, ignoring the stares of those that surrounded them.
"What happened?" She asked, trying her best to disregard the limp hand of the dead woman that was barely an inch from her leg. "Who is she?"
