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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]:Château de La Lune - Outside
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Constance was trying to pull herself together, trying to listen as the others came up with more rational theories and explanations. However, it was hard to fight with the irrational part of her mind, as well as trying to calm herself down as she was facing some of her own personal trauma for the second time that same day. To her, it still made sense. However, Tony and the others were probably correct. It was too easy to point the finger at Lawrence, and call it a day.

She started to take deep breaths, calming herself down even as she kept her back to Miguel. She heard Sam say that they should rebury him and her breathing faltered for a moment. The logic was sound, but to leave him there? In the cold ground while they continued to look around for more clues? It seemed so... cruel. Logical, but cruel.

[color=#e31e1e]"So... we follow the blackmail then. Do we know more about it than it was there when we arrived, and each of us had a piece of blackmail when we arrived? Or is that everything we know about it? Does anyone know what Renee or Miguel might have been blackmailed about?"[/color] Constance was still shuddering a bit and trying to calm herself down, but it was hard. What was their next move, besides reburying the poor body of Miguel? There was no way she was going to be revealing what they were blackmailing her about.

She realized that she had been clutching her hands tightly and finally let go of them, and felt the rivulets of blood running down her palm. She looked down to see that she had dug her nails in so deeply, and the hid her hands behind her back. No one had to see what she had done.