whispers Did... did you hear that? A scream... I... it wasn't me.
grabs decimalmuse's arm, her grip tight It came from the back of the club. We need to find out what happened.
My hand reaches into my jacket pocket Lead the way
pulls decimalmuse towards the back of the club, weaving through the crowd Stay close. We can't trust anyone in this place.
I trust you. But if it’s another one of your.. escapades, I’ll end it right here.. no matter how much I.. love them.. I whisper to you
narrows her eyes, a flicker of guilt crossing her face It's not like that, decimalmuse. This... this is different. Someone's been hurt, and we need to find out who did it.
rushes down the dimly lit hallway, checking each room We need to make sure the killer didn't escape.
A light flash of my blade goes through my mind
runs towards the sound of muffled voices, her voice low and urgent Hurry, decimalmuse! We might still catch them before they disappear!
pushes open a hidden panel, revealing a secret staircase leading to a hidden floor This place... it's always full of surprises.
whispers Bad this time, decimalmuse. We need to be careful. Whoever did this is still close.
I pull out my silver dagger
holds up a hand, stopping decimalmuse Wait. Listen. Do you hear that? Footsteps... coming from over there.
We move quietly and swiftly towards the source of the footsteps
As Madame X and decimalmuse cautiously approach the source of the footsteps, they are startled by a figure emerging from the shadows, holding a blood-stained knife.
I throw my arm protectively around Madame X
gasps, her eyes widening in shock No... It can't be... How could you...
points accusingly at the figure You... you did this! How could you betray us like this?
Betrayal is a strong word..
stutters I... I can't be blamed for this. You know I was here, with you!
That’s right.. I step forward without loosening my grip on Madame X
clings to decimalmuse's arm, her voice trembling Please, decimalmuse, you have to believe me! I didn't do anything wrong!
I believe you.. I look at the murderer Well.. don’t you think you owe Madame X an apology? After all she’s your friend..
takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself Yes, I do owe her an apology.
speaks softly, her voice filled with remorse I... I never wanted any of this to happen. I trusted you, and...
sighs heavily, disappointment evident in her voice Yes... yes, I love you. And I thought you loved me too, despite everything. I never imagined...
I lower my arm slightly, still keeping the murderer in my peripheral vision That’s where you’re wrong..
leans in closer to decimalmuse, her voice barely above a whisper What do you mean?
You were right.. I don’t really love you. But I do.. care for you.. but not in the way you want me to..
stutters But... but I thought we had something special. Something real. Why are you saying these things now?
Madame X feels a surge of anger and betrayal. She pushes decimalmuse away, tears streaming down her face.
Away from me.. I turn my back to her, I turn to the murderer Take her away..
shouts, her voice filled with anguish No! You can't just throw me away like this! I love you, damn it! I gave you everything!
I’m sure you did.. I stand still, my back to her
grabs decimalmuse's shoulder, spinning him around to face her You think this is easy for me?