Another corpse for the night; laid starkly across the floor of the warehouse. The people took a moment to stare and investigate—most went about their business without a second glance.
Languid footsteps echoed throughout till the heels came to a stop. The one figure that actually approached the body had the back of her knuckles under her chin as she cocked her head to the side ever so slightly.
She wore cream-hued satin gloves that went up her arm and a fanciful gown of yellows with deep blues on some frills and sections. Ribbons and bows went down her back and till the end of her gown that was barely a centimetre off from touching the floor.
Her silverish-violet hair drifted down her shoulders while she adorned a large hat with frills, feathers, a fake white flower and lace ribbons.
She turned and looked up with as minimal movement as possible, "Was this one marked?" her drowsy and blasé voice spoke with an accent Jotou would often put on.
