C283 You don’t have to carry this alone

Hours passed.

Her guards sent back no information. The slaughterhouse was empty. No blood, no Dante, no chair, no trace of the scene from the video. It was like someone had cleaned it all up, like they were always ten steps ahead. Like this had been staged just to shake her.

And it was working.

Bianca sat alone in her office, her elbows on her knees, fingers tangled in her hair