'…! Dad was killed because he's the one who stopped the Unknown. Now Jotou's head's on the guillotine because she ended Beauregard. The Briar Prince isn't dead, just out of commission.
… …Yeah. Yeah, that adds up…' Her hands felt cold. A sunny morning smiled through the carriage windows. The wheels rolling on bricks and the clopping of horse hooves thumped and ran as the only sound.
Hotaru, Asobi and Tiffany all sat to themselves. '…They wouldn't kill her. They wouldn't. They… wouldn't.' Their destination came into view as they stopped.
'What are they planning to do with Kineko? … …String her up somewhere too?' Her posture was non-existent—the wilted expression she wore was only met by the pavement outside her house.
"Nh," Fumeko bumped into Asobi and finally looked up. 'Sorry.' The other three gazed at the three-story house, that had been stripped away of police tape and left spick and span. Spick and span?
