Marco drove back to their flat in silence, it was clear that seeing the body of the woman that he loved as his sister had impressed him too much. The elevator door opened, he entered, and Melissa followed, he let his keys on the counter and turned on the lights. "I'm going to shower," he said disappearing trough the bathroom door.
Melissa looked at him leaving and didn't help to feel sad for the human. Marco hadn't asked anything just yet, but she knew that she had learned something more about who was the perpetrator of the woman's murder. These black blotches weren't blood, maybe it was blood but not the woman's. She waited until Marco turned the shower on, she stood by the enormous glass window.