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Isadora walked downstairs to find Sue and Tibarn. "There's no one upstairs. I checked everywhere. Did you find anything?"

"Maybe..... But it's strange that they retreated so quickly with so many people in this house." Isadora pondered.

"Ephriam found the note, Lyre, but it looks like the writer is nowhere to be found." Sue explained. "Anyway, we should report Nino our findings... even if there were hardly any."

((Errrr, pretend I said "house", then. I'll fix that.))

"My name is--"

Synra froze. Something wasn't right here...The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her spine tingled. It still wasn't safe here. The morph gnawed at the inside of her lower lip.

"...I'm sorry, but I have to leave. Now."

And with that, she ran without stopping, against her pounding heart. Was there nowhere she could be safe?

She had been busy training in the field behind the house, and by the time the training dummy, previously plump and upright, had spewed out most of its innards and now hung as limp as overcooked pasta against the pole Amelia had carefully nailed it to, the sound of screaming reached her ears.

Amelia rubbed a hand on her forehead, rapidly gathering her things. "What in the name of Latona...?" she wondered aloud, setting off at a run. She hadn't been in armor, not for training, and her white skirt swished around her legs as she carried herself into the house. As she reached the front door, a cloaked woman ran right past her, disappearing from sight. "...Weird..." Amelia murmured before stepping inside.

"What's going on?" Amelia called, leaning her spear carefully on the wall. Bits of fluff were still stuck to the sharp head.

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When Amelia came and asked what happened, Isadora let out a frown. "Mel got attacked in the basement. Nino said that a woman attacked her. We searched in the basement but nothing. In addition, there was a note painted in blood that said we're safe for now but trouble will come."

Amelia used the towel hanging around her neck to wipe the sweat off of her face and collarbone. She wanted to change, get cleaned off, but that wasn't important right now, was it? "Is Mel going to be all right? And no sign of whoever wrote the note?" Amelia questioned. She paused. Did... they write the note with Mel's blood? Oh goodness, that's creepy...

"So, will Mel be all right?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"... Now, how exactly am I going to hide this?" Alihi muttered to herself, walking up the familiar path to FEFGA's manor. Things seemed normal for the tactician, except for two things. One, the lack of a certain necklace she always wore. Only the really observant would notice that, though, and the fact that she didn't have it didn't bug her in the least bit.

And two? The obvious bandages covering her left hand and lower arm. She sighed lightly to herself. "'Oh, it's just your imagination, really!' ... Yeah, like that could work. And then I can start claiming that I'm a guy, too!!" The tactician rolled her eyes, tugging the sleeve of her undershirt down to hopefully cover the bandages.
The injury didn't hurt. ... Really. She just needed the bandages to remind her to not go crazy with that hand too soon. She didn't want anyone to worry over something that didn't even hurt. Alihi tugged at her shirt again.

Eventually, she reached the door. Still formulating excuses in her head ("The bandages are superglued to my arm!!"), she entered the house.
"Hello, everyone!" She called out cheerfully to no one in particular. However, she sensed something was off. She pulled the cloak tighter around herself. "... Something's up, isn't it?" The tactician stated, almost certain that she was correct.