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It's time for Helen and Sébastien to make a comeback. Is this in line with their timeline of events I've written so far? Absolutely not 😁

Enjoy✨

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭
He stared at the bodies on the ground, at the girl covered in blood. Her eyes narrowed as she stood up.

"You're late."

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫
minor character death, nothing heavy

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭
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❝ 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 🤍🪽 ❞

Cold air snuck in children's necks and snapped at adults' bones as autumn took its place in England. The rain had finally settled in Edinburgh after showering for the past three days into the night. The air hung heavily, filled with moisture, and puddles spotted the streets like circles on dice.

It was a quiet night. Not a sound at any corner; sparing perhaps the mice scuttling around for crumbs. At a quarter past two, a shadow sped past a corner near the academy. The click of his heels echoed, reminding him of his solitude. He had hastily thrown on his coat and scarf, not taking care to make it appear seamless. He passed puddles and was sure his pant hems were soaked, but he couldn't take any more time. The sound of his clock ringing fifteen minutes ago hadn't left his mind.

How did I let the time get ahead of me? He thought, speeding up his pace. Taking a quick right, he saw the person he'd been hurrying for, standing with her hands gently clasped in front of her. She was pristine as usual, this time wearing a deep mauve dress, tinted with warm red.

"You're late."

"I'm deeply sorry, my dear," he said, approaching her. "I let myself get caught up in work."

"It's alright." It wasn't. Her eyes hadn't brightened when they saw him. "I've brought you something different today."

She merely turned around, walking into the alleyway. To his surprise, it wasn't a man leaning against the wall, but a woman. She looked middle-aged, with greying hair and fine wrinkles around her eyes and mouth; a joyous woman, Sébastien concluded.

She was thin, and her dress was visibly stained underneath her bottom. The added sweat on her brow made her cause of death strikingly painful to acknowledge.

"Helen—"

"She was a friend; estranged from noble society," she started. "She married the wrong man and was pulled into their spiralling family's antics. It cost her life in the end."