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The commotion had died down quickly after the girl was dragged away, sobbing, back to her room.
Guards returned to their posts, the few residents who had witnessed the spectacle shuffled back to their routines, faces averted, pretending they hadn’t seen the raw display of desperation and the swift, terrifying appearance of Damien Alvaro. Order, of a sort, was restored.
Gerald watched it all for a moment, from the edge of the corridor, his expression unreadable.
He saw the fear in the eyes of the guards, the discomfort in the faces of the residents.
He saw the maid, still shaking, being led away by a concerned colleague.
He saw Misa standing alone near the spot where the girl had fallen, the knife no longer in her hand and he saw the girl herself, disappearing
