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Oh that's right, you killed my uncle

Drusilla clutched her bag tight to her chest, eyes wide as her uncle locked his scathing gaze on her. She’d seen him beat a chimney boy once, the soot covered child had barely escaped with his life, and now that she was summarily trapped in her uncle’s home she couldn’t help but look for blackened blood trails across the rugs.

She wasn’t sure what was worse, seeing him stand in front of her like she was something to covet, or knowing that by nightfall he would be dead.

She stared out the window at the monsters in wait and prayed.