[ The rain started not more than an hour ago, and with it came a breeze - it sways the front door gently upon its hinges. Though it isn't closed, the handle has been locked. Grell has always been particular about securing the doors in William's absence, and so the likelihood of such a thing being a mistake would be slim.
Stranger still, she isn't there to greet him in the foyer, upon hearing him enter. A loving smile, home comfortably warm, the scent of a deserved meal lingering in the air-- no, it's all off. Candles have been lit, but not the fireplace. Dinner hasn't been made, and rather, there's an unsettling scent that lingers on the chilled air.
As for Grell, he'll find her in the living room. She's seated in the middle of the floor, eyes fixated ahead, dress torn at the shoulder, and spattered in blood. It's everywhere. The body beside her, lifeless. She hasn't noticed anyone else yet. ]
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Stranger still, she isn't there to greet him in the foyer, upon hearing him enter. A loving smile, home comfortably warm, the scent of a deserved meal lingering in the air-- no, it's all off. Candles have been lit, but not the fireplace. Dinner hasn't been made, and rather, there's an unsettling scent that lingers on the chilled air.
As for Grell, he'll find her in the living room. She's seated in the middle of the floor, eyes fixated ahead, dress torn at the shoulder, and spattered in blood. It's everywhere. The body beside her, lifeless. She hasn't noticed anyone else yet. ]