Cold hearted (KyojuroxReader)

Chapter 17:Bloody letter

~*Kyojuro's POV*~
      Four Hashira, and a kindhearted master. A silent room, circled around the loudest thing in front of us. A scroll. Paper can't talk, but if this letter could, by golly, would it shake the walls. Even when unopened, it's already so vocal... freckled with maroon and deep red; Blood. Who's blood is it? Why is there blood at all? Countless more questions flood through the gates.

     Tengen, Muichiro, (y,n), me, and Master Ubuyashiki; that's all who's here. I didn't expect for many people to show, all the other Pillars are already off on their own missions. The Slayers who did answer the emwrgency call are all rowed up in a line, sitting before the bloodied letter that was brought out

     I assume that message is the reason for this...

     Circling his finger around the rim of his tea- jasmine, by the smell of it-, our leader sighed with a grim, solemn air. It's a rarity to feel this presence from him, a worrying observation. "I humbly apologize for this disruption of your day, still, I'm grateful you've shown up. We need your help more than ever."

     "Master Ubuyashiki, what is this emergency you sent out about?" I asked the man respectfully as my eyes scanned over the scroll it's me who utters the question surrounding everyone. With that initiation, he peeled his gentle-mannered hands away from his cup to open the stained scroll, smoothing out the wrinkles.

     "Just an hour ago, a crow came by with the very letter you see before you. It was sent from the manager directing the Third Sector of our Archives."

     "-Arakimi? Rishima Arakimi?" (y,n) asked not a second after Master Ubuyashiki revealed the sender, raising her head from the direction of her lap as her eyes were struck with appalment. Her voice was almost panicked to hear that title, maybe worried, but there's no telling of what's going on in the background.

      "Arakimi...?" The Mist Pillar repeated that name to himself in a cloudy trance. He probably doesn't remember her whatsoever... I forget that he gets Gyomei to fill out all his mandatory reports-- he can't retain information for long enough to complete them himself.

     "The person we send in reports to when we find slayers dead. She records the necessary analytics of a Slayer's passing." Tengen commented while twirling his diamond strands through his fingers. The manager of the Archive's third Sector... (y,n) and I just sent in a letter to her barely over a week ago. What do we get in return? A bloody message worth calling up the assistance of every Hashira available.

     I pray she's alright, she's a very sweet person.

     "Yes, she's the one who this came from. I myself have already been read the message, though it's best for you all to see it as well if it means understanding what we're dealing with here." The black-haired man paused and pushed the letter closer to us, a silent agreement for us to look through the paper too.

     Being the closest one to the scroll, (y,n) took the message into her hands, holding it up for all of us to see. Her eyes scanned up and down for a moment, and afterwards, she cleared her throat to read the message.

     "Coming from the manager to the Archive's Third Sector, this is Rishima Arakimi, pleading for help! I'm in grave danger! Please send help immediately, help from a Hashira, any Hashira!! I don't know how much more time I have, but please, I need help!!! I beg of you, don't let me die here..."

      "After that point... the paper's too bloody to read anything." The Ice Pillar said once she finished. Her words stayed at their same, dull octave, but I'm certain that when that letter was sent... The voice of the writer would have surely been more frantic.