Genesis smoothed her hair out with the bristles of a nearby brush. Her locks falling just beyond her shoulders as she combed out the tangles. The vanity mirror displayed a proper young lady, but inside she felt like a little girl. Scared and alone.

Her eyes caught the beam behind her. The very same beam that a nameless maid had hung herself on by dirty bedsheets. Her grip on the hair brush tightened.

A knock was heard. A light rapping on the solid oak door of a bedroom. She had nearly missed it as her breaths came out in jutted exhaled.

She was in a strangers room, one where they had just taken the body out to the room of the dead, and was now using a dead girl's hair brush.

Genesis swallowed thickly before turning to her door when she heard the knock again.

"Come in!" She called out. Genesis put the hair brush down. The marble clicked against the vanity. The door creaked open. Genesis straightened her posture and stood up before the man who had knocked.

"Lady Genesis, I am sorry upon hearing this tragedy,  but it is improper of a lady to miss a banquet." His voice was echoing through the stone walls of the room like an annoying gnat circling above a sweaty adventurer.

"Lord Samuel, it is not welcomed for you to try and instill behaviorisms of a lady when you yourself are never in the company of one." Her remark came off as cruel. Lord Samuel shrunk back, the tips of his ears turning red.

Genesis flattened her sweaty palms on the skirt of her dress. The material scratched her hand. The stitches that graced her gown made her fingers itch.

"A-although I am not the lord with a group of.. ahem, let's just say, harems, I am still your elder and filled with experience." He insisted through ground teeth. The word harem looked like it was physically painful for him to say.

Sure, you already sound as boring as an old soul. Genesis bit the inside of her cheek to avoid yelling at him.

She stood with a disgruntled sigh.

"If you insist I return to the ballroom, may I at least have a chance to freshen up first?" Even though vanity was the last thing on her mind, it would give her a few moments away from the pesky Lord Samuel. 

"I suppose." He answered before turning away. His legs were stiff and straight. The old man looking like a weasel as he walked out.

Genesis watched as the door closed. The rattle of the doorknob shook the wardrobe. This movement caused a letter to gracefully float down. Genesis bit her lip as the letter turned face down. Curiosity gnawed at her.

I have already used the poor dear's hairbrush, what more dignity can I take from a corpse. Genesis thought to herself as she picked up the letter. 

She was instantly greeted with red ink.

Lady Genesis of Clearwood, you have caused my family extreme sorrow. Because of you're careless acts pushed to the public, I shall assassinate you at dawn!