[center]Wolff sighed and shifted on his feet, he didn't have patience and with the situation as it was he really didn't want to bother. Margaret rose to her feet and moved towards the door, her steps light considering the heels she wore. 

“Hope is all we have now. If he sinks any deeper we can expect shit to hit the fan before even of us can stop it. No I suggest bed and Ryanair I ask you to keep the bandage as it is, you should feel better by morning.” Ryanair offered a tired nod and turned to follow the Healer out into the hall, he suddenly felt exhausted and dizzy. Wolff followed after them and waited for Clara to exit before he closed the door, his hands sliding into his pockets as he began to walk. Everyone quietly made their way towards their own rooms, Ryanair pausing before his own for a moment before stepping inside. 

He didn't know it but comes morning the house would be in shambles. 

He awoke and got ready for the morning, a good night's sleep had given him a recharge and he felt great. By the silence of the house he guessed he was the only one awake, shrugging and exiting his room he turned to head towards the stairs.  Upon reaching the landing he freezes when the scene before him catches his eyes, his throat working as he tries to process just what the [i]hell [/i] is before him. 

Blood coats the walls and floors, the front doors are wide open and snow coats the only clear part of the floor. He moved forward and his stomach rolled at the bodies he found still with blood under them, his eyes lifting as a drop of blood falls on his hand. Words are written on the ceiling, Ryanair glances away but they stay in his mind. 

“I'm watching you. Let's keep playing.”[/center] 

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