❦Bʟᴜᴇ Assᴀssɪɴ❦

Hɪs Assᴀssɪɴ, Dᴏᴅɢɪɴɢ "Dᴇᴀᴛʜ"

Nagisa watched as Madam Red desperately yelled at the burning house, her words muted for some odd reason. Had he not known how to read lips, he'd have been very confused.

"The whole Phantomhive family was murdered by someone. The house was completely destroyed by the fire... The bodies of my sister and her husband were in horrible states."

A burnt and ruined Phantomhive Manor flashed before a scene of two coffins with lavish bouquets replaced it. Angelina was shown standing before two graves with crosses as its gravestones.

"There was no sign of the child's body. I lost everyone I loved, everything disappeared to place I couldn't reach. I was devastated."

Nagisa wasn't surprised when her memory zoomed in on her face, showcasing her broken and hollow expression. And yet, jealousy seemed to burn brightly behind her eyes.

"Yet, at the same time, I was envious of my sister. Because she was able to die with the ''someone'' she loves. And as a survivor, I still have to carry on living."

Angelina was working in her office once again. Dark circles had formed under her eyes and her lips had strained to form even a tiny smile at the nurse speaking to her.

"Doctor! Is it really okay for you to return to work?"

"It's okay! Work can actually help distract me..." Staying at home didn't help Angelina, and she was fully aware of that fact. "Furthermore, there is an operation scheduled in the afternoon."

Madam Red's voice piped up once again, "However..."

A blonde woman donning a pine green dress with a black ribbon in her hair was suddenly shown on the film. She displayed quite a bit of cleavage and Nagisa instantly knew that she must have been a prostitute given that women showing cleavage in this time period was deemed inappropriate.

Which was actually quite funny in Nagisa's opinion. As far as he knew, women wore dresses that flaunted their shoulders, breasts and exposed their necks up until 1820.

"Having a child will only cause problems!" The blonde snapped. Her caramel eyes narrowed in irritation. "I have no wish to raise a child whose father I'm not even sure of. How do you expect me to get customers with a child in toll? Anyway, abortion isn't cheap either..." A sigh left her mouth as she looked up to the ceiling, thinking deeply.

"I was filled wit hatred!" Madam Red continued. "They have something which I can never hope to have, no matter how much I desire for it..."

'I guess adoption wasn't an option for her...' Nagisa thought. 'But it's not like everyone wants or can have children, even if they are fertile. Sure, this blonde may not want a child because of her occupation, but children are also very expensive and require lots of time and patience. Plus, you should live in a proper environment for children if you want one. I don't think prostitutes can exactly do that what with how they're treated and how little they make. And if someone doesn't want a child then they don't. It's that simple. But I highly doubt anyone thinks like this when it comes to these things and it's not like I can tell Madam Red my thoughts on this. She's dead!'

Angelina's bangs hid her eyes from view; her lips sank into a frown.

"The things I yearned for..." Madam Red said spitefully, "The things I treasured... The me who lost everything. And the ''they'' who obviously have everything I desired..."

Nagisa nearly held up a finger and said, "Now wait a second-" before he remembered that Madam Red probably couldn't even begin to imagine what the girl sitting before her had to go through. Although, to be fair, even sex workers in the 21st century were treated unfairly because of their jobs.