Evon nodded before smiling when he mentioned the two of the sharing the same idea. Though her smile hadn't lasted long as he had mentioned Isabel. She knew that he had good intentions by bringing her up, it had hurt her the time he had mistaken her for her and it would obviously hurt again if he were to make that same mistake, but still it was a bit of a reminder that he was still thinking about her. “Ah I’ll keep that in mind, who knows maybe I’ll even push you off the bed,” she jokingly mentioned before yawning. Without speaking much she turned onto her side facing away as she buried her face into the pillow. The bed was surprisingly soft, she had assumed that it was unused but it seemed far too soft to have been new. “Night Mathias,” she murmured before closing her eyes. She had stayed up a little bit but she didn’t really want to make things awkward between them. 

“Evon? You aren’t going out?” her mother asked softly having noticed Evon back in the kitchen. “Nope, it’s just some stupid party, I rather stay and just eat,” she replied as she searched the fridge in hopes of finding her mother’s leftover food she made the previous night. “Evon, you should go out tonight. You rarely do enjoy yourself,” her father spoke. Evon pouted in return as she sighed though just as she turned around everything had gone dark. The lights in the kitchen were off and the table had been knocked down. Shattered glass covered the floors as she stood there in shock. “Dad?” she called out though it continued to remain silent, without thinking she began looking around. Seconds had passed until she found corpses just as she did before, gasping with shock she shot up in bed breathing rather hard. The first thing that had come to her head was the very fact that they were murdered, it felt so fresh that she had the urge to call someone, but she knew the incident had happened long ago. The urge to puke was present as well, slipping out of bed she put on the robe as she quickly entered the bathroom.