Azrael, Sevastian, and the bailiff stood in grim silence, staring at the lifeless bodies of Amara and her daughter. The only sounds were the anguished cries of the woman's sister and mother, sitting beside the corpses.
Without a word, they excused themselves and made their way back to the mansion, not far from the morgue. Their path led them to the bailiff's office, situated by the entrance of the building.
"Fuck!!" Azrael cursed, running his fingers through his hair before punching the wall beside him. The force cracked the walls, causing vibrations and shattering the windows in the room. He pulled away, covering his face with his hands, his anger palpable—no, he was fucking furious.
"Did they find out who did it?" Sevastian asked the bailiff.
"Unfortunately, no, but a few passersby mentioned seeing three men who didn't look like they were from around town. They were dressed in all black," the bailiff replied.