The sun had begun to rise.

It was like any other day in Pont-Ciel. People had woken up to get ready for their usual routines, whether it was work or going about their days in another way. Bright End was no different. The upper class and those fortunate enough to make it into the Conservatory would walk down the streets, and the hustle and bustle of the district started to grow noisy rather quickly.

But amidst the laughter and the conversations, a woman stood in the middle of the street, covered in blood. Her equally red eyes stared down blankly at a mutilated corpse, a man beheaded, said head that belonged to the body was in her hand, hanging by its hair from her fingers as blood dripped from it onto the ground below. Despite the fact it was clear she was the one who killed the man, tears streamed down her face. But it wasn't out of sorrow or remorse, but rather that it didn't bring her the satisfactory feeling that she wanted.

It felt empty.

A scream echoed through the street, causing Bianca to snap from her reverie. She almost didn't notice that the sun had even come up. It was one thing to be a Shade in the daylight, but another to incriminate her brother if she got caught here. She'd quickly lift up her hood, bringing it over her head as she dropped the man's own head onto the ground as though it were garbage to discard.

She started to walk in the opposite direction of the crowd, but soon she would hear shouts of authority. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the knights arrive, calling for her to put her hands up. No matter how she decided to spin this, she was going to be seen as a senseless murderer, and the consequences would be dire if she was caught here.

Quickly, while keeping her face hidden, Bianca would sprint at the knights, holding her hand out as a scythe made out of blood materialized in her hand, made from the blood that covered her. The knights put their shields up, ready to defend themselves, when suddenly Bianca would pivot in the street and leap towards a nearby building. Her scythe would grab one of the signposts that hung up above, and she would use it to vault over a wall and out of sight. She would land on the ground, rolling to minimize damage as she made the scythe disappear.

Looking up at the wall for a second, she saw she was now in an alleyway, and she would get up and begin to run down it towards the exit. She had to get away to safety so she could figure out her next move, but that meant staying out of sight as much as possible.