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Narrator changed the conversation topic to "Location: An unassuming hive designed in an almost honeycomb pattern. It sits at the edge of a clearing and is just far enough outside the city to be safe, but close enough to convenience for travel. Currently, There are no lights on in or around the hive.".

Epihae: -TThe nightt was silentt. He knew he had tto worrk fastt. A mmission assigned tto a lowblood, tto keep his quadrrantt safe. TTo keep his rreason forr life safe. TThe ttrroll mmoved quickly ttowarrds tthe hive, occasionally glancing down att tthe coorrdinattes he had been given. TThis seemmed tto be tthe rrightt hive... he knew he was playing itt dangerrous by hesittatting, butt he wantted tto see who he could possibly be mmurrderring. He slowly did a walk arround tthe hive, ttrrying tto sttarre intto tthe darrk hive. TThe only tthing tthatt gave his posittion away was tthe orrange jackett he had on and tthe horrns tthatt sttuck outt of his jackett. His face was hidden by his gas mmask, and his hands sttayed att his sides forr now. Butt he slowly rreached intto his jackett pockett, his hand currling arround one of tthe chemmicals tthatt chucklefuck had given himm.-

Narrator: ::There are no lights on, and it has an empty quiet. It appears as if no one is home, or they are already sleeping. The Front and back doors are locked ::

Epihae: -He hoped tto god tthatt ttherre was nobody homme. TThatt he could burrn down tthe hive and be done witth itt. Nobody would gett hurrtt, only valuables would be burrned. Butt he couldn'tt help butt feel as if tthis was going tto be a crruel experrience forr himm. He hesittatted, beforre setttting up tthe chemmicals. He sprread one of tthe mmorre dangerrous and flammmmable chemmicals arround tthe hive, yett, he was getttting mmorre and mmorre currious by tthe second. Who was he possibly killing? TTrrixie had said, no questtions, yett tthis wasn'tt a questtion he was asking. Itt was an answerr he was figurring outt. Aftterr getttting tthe prroperr chemmicals in place, he mmade a quick decision. He keptt one of his smmokebommbs close tto his hands, in case he had tto mmake a rrun forr itt. He picked up tthe explosive chemmical, ttossing itt a few ttimmes in his hands, beforre tthrrowing itt as harrd as he could ttowarrds tthe window. His plan was tto jummp in, look arround forr a few mminuttes beforre tthe rrestt of tthe flammmmable chemmicals actted up, and tthen jummp outt-

Narrator: ::The high pitch of glass shattering destroyed the silence, but the chemicals beginning to work casted a dim light. The living room was clean and well kept, with a book shelf full of everything from fantasy novels to history, first aid, and other how to books. From the decor alone, it was obvious the owner of the hive was well off but not flamboyant, so it easily ruled out a low-blood target. The kitchen was also well-kept, the only odd things being an empty bottles of faygo in the trashcan, red and purple flavors. The colors were neutral and relaxing, with shades of tan, light blue, and teal. There is no sound or light from upstairs as the chaos begins::

Epihae: -He walked ttowarrds tthe window as tthe dimm lightt of firre firrstt filled up tthe hive. He quickly pulled himmself intto tthe window, landing on his feett and looking arround tthe hive. A well keptt hive... a fancy one forr surre. He looked ttowarrds tthe bookshelves, looking forr a pictturre of tthe ttrroll, any mmemmorries orr anytthing. He tthoughtt tthis ttrroll mmustt have had a nice life beforre tthis, butt he ttook a peek intto tthe kittchen and nearrly snorrtted in disgustt. Faygo in tthe ttrrashcan? Why would ttherre be tthatt nastty beverrage in herre? He paused forr a mmommentt, looking arround, beforre looking ttowarrds tthe sttairrcase. He wasn'tt going tto lett tthemm burrn, if tthe ttrroll was herre, he would give tthemm a swiftt deatth. He slowly sttarrtted walking up tthe sttairrs, brringing ttwo long and pottenttially fattal needles outt of his pocketts. He slowly walked up, hearring tthe sounds of tthe chaos and firre below. He didn'tt have long, justt walk intto ttheirr rrespitte block, kill tthemm, and tthen jummp back outt tthe window tto wattch tthe descttrructtion he caused.-

Narrator: ::Any photography or hanging in the common spaces were generic but lovely to look at. Soothing images of flowers and such. The climb up the stairs was short, but the results fruitful. No one was home. Compared to the rest of the hive, the bedroom was messy. A few articles of clothing here and there, the bed wasn't made. Here there were pictures, A smiling pair of familiar faces, one painted and one not. The writing desk had study materials of various medical varieties on it, and a few all to familiar tools. Between the dishevled blouses with the troll's symbol in teal and the photos, there was no doubt left in the firebug's mind. This was the hive of Decima Kishan::

Epihae: -He looked arround tthe rrespitteblock warrily, alerrtt forr any signs of life orr painttings. TThe smmoke was sttarrtting tto fill tthe hive, tthe lightt of tthe deadly chemmical firre getttting brrightterr. Butt he could sttill see whatt was going on arround himm. He looked arround, tthe mmedical varrietties, tthe books downsttairrs, even tthe faygo. He fell tto his knees when he rrealized whatt he had done. Who's hive tthis was. 'No.' A voice quiettly said in his mmind, his eyes werre wide behind his mmask, tthe sound of tthe firre and tthe sound of wood burrning seemmed tto fade outt. 'No.' Camme tthatt voice again, clearrerr tthis ttimme. Epihae couldn'tt believe itt was herr hive, he rrefused tto believe itt. He gott up and sttummbled arround as tthe rrealizattion hitt himm harrderr tthan a punch tto tthe face. He wantted tto scrreamm outt forr help, he wantted tto see if she was sttill ttherre. Butt he couldn'tt mmanage itt. He rran and ttummbled down tthe sttairrs, tthen jummped outt tthe window he had orriginally gone tthrrough. He didn'tt even ttake a look back. He feltt like he had doommed his forrmmerr frriend. He had rruined ttheirr frriendship. When he was farr enough away, when tthe hive was justt a glowing blob in tthe disttance, he tthrrew off his mmask and fell down, wrrapping his arrmms arround himmself and letttting outt a choked sob.- N-n-nnnno. Ffffuck no. -He mmanaged tto whimmperr, holding his head now- I fffucked up. I-I'mm so fucking s-sorrrry. -He

Epihae: -He didn'tt say tthis tto anybody in parrtticularr, butt he feltt like he almmostt had tto apologize.-