he found it on the ground, a handkerchief that is, next to the mutilated body he’s currently investigating. so far he only came up with how L O N G the body been there, and it was clear that it been here for a while (more like a few DAYS with how it’s REEKING). the handkerchief belonged to a L A D Y he found out as he took a closer look, but to who exactly? he did not feel like asking half the noblewomen of paris. it took too much of his TIME.
again, upon another close look, he spotted a CREST located on one corner of the handkerchief. what did it mean? perhaps a friend of his could aid him with this. he was thankful she did not live far from where the body was found. with three raps on the door and the turning of the doorknob, he entered her room.
❝ laura, i wonder if you could help me with something. ❞
“Arno. ” The way she brightened at his appearance was almost childish, but who wouldn’t be happy to see a friend? The ever more unfriendly city and stressful lonliness only made her reaction more like one of the child she still was a few years ago.
Even when she read his demeanor and realised that the situation was, as usual, a serious one, a weight was lifted in her mind. Memories of recent atrocities committed were swept aside in favour of new ones to be made running, learning, fighting; in her true element, rather than a twisted version of it.
