Varna came to visit Rebecca unannounced. He came from the back door, per Rebecca's advice, and finds the house empty. "Strange" he thought.
Meanwhile, two robbers have been bickering about in the living room
"See, I told you that she was too tired to fight back."
"Well, that and the chloroform."
"Okay, okay, now you go and get everything ready, I'll go get some of her leftovers for dinner. Committing crime works up an appetite!" Varna happens to find scratches in the knob, indicating a break in. He rushed in only to find an appalling sight. Those two robbers helped themselves up with treats from Rebecca's fridge. "The fuck you both doing here treating yourselves with someone else's food?" He yelled
Knocked out by exhaustion and a dose of chloroform, Rebecca was snoozing away cutely on her couch and oblivious to the shouts from the kitchen. She stirred gently, but only slightly so as she was far away in dreamland.
Back at the kitchen, the two robbers tried to scare Varna off with their knives. He, in turn, grabbed both a rolling pin and a frying pan. The first robber lunges at him, but Varna quickly smacks his hand off with the pin, causing him to grunt in pain. The other robber tries to sneak up on him, only to get the receiving end of a back kick to his crotch. He then dragged the former out of the house and bashed him with the frying pan numerous times, making sure he couldn't get up at all while yelling "Get...the fuck...away...from Becky's... estate" He then went after the latter, still reeling in pain, and delivers a flurry of blows to the chest before a one-inch punch the also sent him flying outside
All the while, Rebecca remained asleep inside. She stirred again at the shouting and fighting, but was too far unconscious to return from any of that. Just a beautiful angel, peaceful, resting, and thoroughly trussed. Which may be to Varna's benefit, if she had heard him calling her 'Becky', well... That would have been a scolding!
The robbers run off in sheer terror.
Varna turned back to the kitchen and... "What a mess" he complained. Those robbers were nothing more than barbarians, but then again, part of the reason why the kitchen looked like a mess was him too. He had no choice but to clean up.
Rebecca would've been delighted to hear that, while severe violence had happened again, both of the robbers were still alive. And likely never to come anywhere near her mansion again. She might've even had an idea...
He later checked the living room, only to see a sleeping Rebecca and a rag beside her head. Judging from the rag, his best guess is that they put her to sleep before helping themselves up.
He carried the sleeping heiress upstairs and lay her down gently into the bed. Alas, she was still out like a light. Though, as Varna carried her, she stirred enough to curl up in his arms. He may have just helped give her a more pleasant dream! Looking at her, he thought "She's still beautiful even when she's asleep and tied up" Looking at her drawer, he picks up her lipstick and decides to scribble her gag and her face. He then left a knife near her bed before leaving the mansion
That did, however, put a few pieces together. Her young friend wasn't one for chloroform, as far as she knew. So she had been robbed, and perhaps he had interrupted the robbery and dealt with the intruders in his usual manner. Hopefully there won't be any bodies downstairs. He then took her up here and left the markings as a calling card. Hm, she must have really been out of it, blast that chloroform!
Still, she wondered as she wriggled for the knife. Does she now have her own guardian angel in a skull mask looking over her? That had her smiling faintly. There was good in him, still. Hopefully she could coax enough out of him before he and Jules destroyed each other!