Your POV
Its day two after the murders have stopped. I've started my own game. I chuckle at the memory.
FOASHBANG!!!! (Flashback dammit!)
I finally came up with an idea. I'm going to go visit my older cousin (forgive meh reader~chan!!!!!) Lord Druitt (*cringes* HES NOT A PERV AROUND YOU K?!?!?!?!!!!!????) I haven't seen him in about ten years, but I know he'd remember me. I'll send him a letter telling him I'm coming for a visit. I began writing the letter
Foashbang end
This could go many different ways. I start packing the things I might need. I finished and went to undress myself, when that is done I slip on a nightgown and to sleep.
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It had been a long day of driving, but I finally made it. I wasn't sure how this was going to go, I hadn't seen my cousin Druitt in ten years, and I finally see him again when he just got out of jail for human trafficking and I'm hiding from an insane person who claims they love me. Not the most wonderful situation, but I can live with it. I knocked on the doors. Nobody answers. I hear screams. Both male and female. I run into the house leaving my things at the door and begin searching for the source of the noises. I finally find where I'm headed, all the screaming is coming from here. A bedroom door. I think. I open the door. Bad choice. My close friend Alois Trancy is standing over my cousin Druitt, knife in hand and covered in blood. The maids and other staff are all dead or hurt. Alois takes one look at me and grins. "Claude, get her, that's an order!" He says. I take off running, Claude catches up quickly, I drop onto my back, get up, and run for the doors, I jump the railing and land right where I didn't want to. I landed right in Claude's arms. There the sound of a few more screams, then footsteps coming down the stairs. Claude sets me down and I'm hugged by Alois. I don't know what else to do, so I cry. I cry because so many people died for absolutely nothing. "Aww~ don't cry Y/n! Your with me now~" Alois says. This is a nightmare. No. Worse than that. It's reality.