The Elegy of Miss Scarlet

"What are you afraid of? A fate worse than death?" - Professor Plum

Soft sun cracks the dark heart of night, and the morning comes, pushing light into the wounds, offering a fresh start for her bruised heart. Her heart that always meant well, always meant love, it just seemed to break before it got there.

Her entire life, she's wanted to take life and shake the shit out if it, but instead, she puts the revolver into her mouth.

It triggers a memory.

When she was young, she used to cut herself with knives on purpose, trying to display on the outside what it felt like on the inside. The cuts never left lasting scars. Instead, on her trugger finger, there is a pucker of skin where she cut herself on accident, chopping vegetables to cook for a man.

That scar, it lasted. It endured.

The safety clicks off like a slamming door. The killshot inside the chamber knows where she belongs, but not to whom. Because there are things only the night can understand.

We are all just one heartbreak away from our worst.

Him.

In the bedroom.

With the dagger. In the back.

Straight through the heart.

Motive? Unknown.