Late Night

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Isaac. Trusted manservant and aide to the Lensherr family. He has heard and seen that which few are privy to, and never repeated any of it to outside ears. For almost twenty years, he has been a constant fixture to the household.

He will not make it to his twentieth anniversary in their employ.

His body will be found deposited unceremoniously at the kitchen steps the next morning, savaged as if by an enraged beast of unknown size and origin; the flesh ripped from its skeleton, the limbs almost severed by the sheer fury of the attack. Blood, in amounts that astound, clots atop the expensive marble, impossible to remove.

There are no clues, no prints, no witnesses. There never are.

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"You don't need me at the office."

Reaching out, she smoothes back his hair some. "I need to be able to... interact with the world. On my own."

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The look he gives her says otherwise. "Not many places here that ain't owned by th' guy who killed yer mother, and th' Lensherrs ain't no better."