Zyair's home was cleared by the police and they allowed him to return there with an entourage of police officers and Kail. They were not taking any risks after knowing that a mafia gang leader was involved in the attack. Zyair could be their next target.
He went home, the place which was meant to be their safe haven but had been tainted in blood. Four innocent lives were lost there. Although every trace of blood had been washed away, all Zyair could see was blood.
Opening the door he solemnly entered the living place where Madame Maven was shot and Skyla was taken from.
It was so empty without their presence. No one came running to him with arms spread to hug and kiss him. His Skyla was not there.
It was only the eerie quietness that welcomed him. No Madame Maven's cheerful face, asking him about his day and offering refreshing drinks. She was gone, buried under the unrelenting soil which spared no one.
