He rounds the corner and sees crimson stains on the floor and wall. He presses on, despite his stomach enduring a roller coaster. He quickly finds more bloodshed, but it appears that the drops are getting smaller and less frequent. He quickens his pace, fearing the worst. Sometimes haste can lead to your downfall, he learns this the hard way. A quick pinch and searing pain light up his already tumultuous belly. As his mind recognizes what has happened his head slowly pans down to see not just his own fate, but also the source of the crimson trail, lying face down at his feet. Ignoring the searing flame igniting his intestines into pain he slowly bends down. He takes her dress and shoulder into his hand, afraid to confirm what he already knows. His beloved sister, is dead, and based on his blood loss he wouldn’t be far behind. “Together until the end” she’d always told him, thankfully she was no longer alive to share in his horrific irony.