“And what would you want, from me? Explanation? For what?”
Asked the Witch, as she stood there, sitting on the feet of the bed, her veil concealing her face aside the glimmer of her eyes, and her lips open into a malicious smirk, her legs crossed, while one of the heels was placed above what seemed to be a corpse of unkown origins.
“Well personally I’m curious about the identity of your latest victim and why we’re all here in this bedroom.” Kiara replied, not particularly concerned why or how Morgan would have killed someone, more the circumstances of the act that were befuddling her.
“Well, I don’t know either who this was.
It simply entered my laboratory without persmission, so I took the liberty to get rid of him.”
She’d reply, with a smirk on her lips, while glaring down at the demonic nun, crossing her hands and placing them over one of her knees.
“And about this room, well, ‘t is my new room, of course.
It’s later inhabitant unfortunally, as you can see...passed away.”
