*Mika*
He was drinking that woman.
I let out a shriek, turning and running down the hall, needing to gather my bearings in a quiet spot to figure out what happened. My only objective right now was to go off and hide, not even leave the manor, though I honestly should. But there was no question; I had seen blood dripping down her neck, and no smoke and mirrors could trick me there. My instincts screamed that I was right, this wasn’t a trick of the light, and I sure as hell was going to listen to them right now.
I found myself rushing through room after room, looking for somewhere to tuck myself away and think. Eventually, I darted down some stairs into what I assumed was a large ballroom with covered furniture. Behind me, I shut the door, trying some semblance of actual ‘hiding’ in this room. Not only that, but this place was perfect, so I tucked myself away under a piano with a white sheet over it, wrapping my arms around myself and taking a few heaving breaths.