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Becca shook her head, a mixture of fear and helplessness written across her face. "No, it's just all over me." She had already checked the room before she called Indiana. The blonde had hoped that if she worked out where she was and looked for more blood, she could piece together what had happened, but other than the small spot she had taken up on the bed, the place was spotless.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to recall the events leading up to the bloody discovery. "I... I'm not sure," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I think I may have been walking home from work last night."

Indiana could be the best or worst person to call in an emergency, depending on his state of mind. He was loyal, that much was true, and distrusting of people he wasn’t close to, so he would always keep the other person’s secrets, work diligently to keep them safe from harm or discovery in the case that they had done something society arbitrarily decided was wrong. He was still adjusting to the real world, still figuring out the way it worked. When she called him, he didn’t hesitate to find his way to her location, the sight of blood dried on her hands and body not making him recoil the way it might most people. He’d been raised in violence, brought up to respect and appreciate death… sacrifice. Frowning, he grabbed hold of her wrists, meeting her gaze with his own. “Have you found any blood elsewhere in the room?” His eyes scanned but he could see nothing that would’ve caused this much of a mess. “This must be a secondary location.” Pausing, he tried to think of what his siblings would do in this same situation, meeting her gaze again, he inquired: “What’s the last thing you do remember?”