Hell Shall Be Raised

Fallon notices how the look on Maximilian's face suddenly shifts. 

It contorts from vexed to perplexed. He continues peering at whatever it is he just spotted, eyes narrowed and hooded – sharp. It seems pretty serious. He is getting a bad feeling about this. 

Lady, on the other hand, was completely oblivious of what kind of expression he was making. She just went on with her rant, already getting aggravated at Maximilian for always thinking ill of Weiss.

"For the last time, Father, he wasn't doing anything…" she huffed with her arms crossed, brows scrunched together. 

"He's close with both me and Fallon. I've always wanted you to get to know him more. But you're the one who kept insisting that I-"

"Lady…" he muttered under his breath, abruptly cutting her off.

"What are those on your wrists?"

She blinked at her father in surprise. Then, she looked down on her wrists –