Hershel and Descole gulped as they entered Bronev's living room, both bearing gifts for their dearly beloved old father. Bronev hissed as they entered, throwing puzzles at them wildly. Layton dodged with ease, but Descole received a fatal blow to the chest.
"Right in the puzzle-pendix..." Hershel sobbed over Jean's body.
"He was so young..." Bronev thought aloud as he dragged his late sons body to the tree. "Merry Christmas, solider boy..."