The silence between them was heavier than the scent of drying paint and old blood.
Selena stood near the center of the chamber, bathed in flickering candlelight, her brush still stained red.
Siris remained at the doorway, bone dagger in hand, the blood still dripping from its edge onto the white carpet—red dots blooming like fresh roses.
The knight's head rested between them like an accusation. Or perhaps... a gift.
The two girls—no, monsters cloaked in beauty—stood locked in a wordless duel.
Their sapphire eyes met.
Neither blinked.
The minutes stretched.
Finally, Selena spoke, her voice low and cold.
"…Why did you kill him?"
Siris tilted her head slightly as if confused by the question.
"He hurt Raven," she said. Her tone was flat. Matter-of-fact.
Selena's brows furrowed. "And yet, Raven let him live."
Siris didn't flinch. "That doesn't mean he wanted him to live."
Selena narrowed her eyes. "That's just your imagination."
