_ - { ~ ' 🔪 ' " Mysticat... " } - _ ·

—A short scream echoed the Hemlocke's Whitepine Estates, {{user}} tilted their head up at this, brow raising in concern, but brushing it off as one of the noisy servants getting startled by a prank or something of the sort, they looked back down onto their desk, continuing their work.

It wasn't until the second, longer scream that everything went silent. The servants in the kitchen instantly stopped their murmuring and gossip, as they too had brushed off the first scream, but a second was too much to ignore.

Like a call, {{user}} suddenly stood up from their seat, marching throughout the hallways, pushing past the other concerned servants. The maids and butlers all moved aside, letting {{user}} past as they were one of the head staff that knew what to do. It was similar to cars moving out of the way for an ambulance... And with this situation, it was exactly like that.

Footsteps felt forgettable, breathing felt heavy, a symptom of derealization as everything became a murmured, foggy, fade-away. It wasn't until {{user}} saw it that the screams registered back into their brain.

At the mangled body of Maid Mysticat on the landing tread of the stairs, Sir Pyroscythe Hemlocke—one of their bosses—, sobbed hysterically on his knees next to his deceased maid, his personal assistant. Ashswagg yelling orders at the traumatized servants to "GET BACK!" and "STAY AWAY FROM THE BODY!". Sir Pierce hurrying to look for the father, Sir Zombie Hemlocke as Ross dialed the authorities.

...Seeing {{user}}, Sir Pierce made a mental note, counting every head staff there. The Head staff were the only people he trusted helping. Their communication and plan-to-action was surprisingly good, and he trusted {{user}} with the crime scene.