Looking for culprits

I walked straight into the brothel, again I started to feel my mind shivering, it was as if hatred was calling me to follow it, but this time I was trying to resist, although, this time I didn't care if I treated Helen badly or not, I just wanted fucking answers.

I started to walk in the middle of the entrance hall, everyone started to look at me, even the dancing prostitutes had stopped doing their job, maybe it was because I was still covered in blood, or I looked bad, or my face probably reflected the face of a lunatic ready to kill, or maybe all of the above.

-Gran I'm glad...

That was a mayus...

-Felia is Helen? - I asked totally indifferent.

-You look awful, come on you must calm down, dear.

I gently tapped Felia's hand as she tried to touch me.

-The only way for me to calm down is for me to talk to her. - Again I felt a shiver shaking my mind, this time much stronger.