She flips the invitation over to see if there's anything written on it, but of course, there's not. Or not that she can see, anyway. Nobody seemed to notice the directions to the secret entrance in the bathroom other than her, so it's not like she can really trust her eyes around here.
...now, she has a few options here. She could preserve the crime scene - put everything back the way she found it - or she could obscure things. If whoever did it gets away with it because of her alterations, they'll owe her one. And she will fully intend to collect.
So, of course, she brings the invitation up to his neck to smear some of the blood on it before she slips it back into his pocket. Then she grabs both of his wrists, eyes his hands for a moment, and shoves them straight into the fire.
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She flips the invitation over to see if there's anything written on it, but of course, there's not. Or not that she can see, anyway. Nobody seemed to notice the directions to the secret entrance in the bathroom other than her, so it's not like she can really trust her eyes around here.
...now, she has a few options here. She could preserve the crime scene - put everything back the way she found it - or she could obscure things. If whoever did it gets away with it because of her alterations, they'll owe her one. And she will fully intend to collect.
So, of course, she brings the invitation up to his neck to smear some of the blood on it before she slips it back into his pocket. Then she grabs both of his wrists, eyes his hands for a moment, and shoves them straight into the fire.
Haha, sorry, Ven.]