Miranda sighed deeply and pulled down the bloodied covers to hide her fallen kin out of respect. She would have to call her uncle, ask for help to clean up. And she would have to tell him that his youngest niece was kidnapped.
Shaking her head Miranda got up, scribbling down a couple of notes to not forget them. What was Waif doing here anyway? She was not the kind of person that just happened by, especially not at this hour. Miranda would have to enquire a bit about this, the sooner the better.
Finishing up in Melissaīs room, checking so that she had not forgotten anything or missed something, Alessandra went out in the living room, pouring herself a whiskey before picking up the phone to call her uncle.