The last memory etched in her mind was the invasion that had torn through their home, leading to her eventual abduction.
"…Did the fire leave anything behind?" she inquired.
Her father's somber demeanor was enough to make her throat constrict with unease, and there was only one remaining question she needed to ask to determine if her ordeal had truly come to an end.
"Is he dead?"
"Why are you asking about that man?" Egon's entrance disrupted the moment, his voice dripping with anger as he abandoned the customary greetings, his crimson eyes ablaze.
Adela flushed, "I…I wounded him, and then-"
Egon's expression silenced her.
"Do you truly believe that a wound as superficial as that could have ended his life?"
Obviously not.
"I had the impression that he was severely injured, but I may have imagined things..."
