Three men stand outside a set of brown double doors. A young woman with short platinum hair comes out of the room. One of the three men spoke up.
"Do you think he is going to be okay?" He asked the question on everyone's mind once she shut the door muffling the cries.
"I don't know. He wasn't even happy to see me." She said turning to face them.
"It's a bit scary to see him like that." The second said placing the book he was holding on a nearby table.
"Do you think we should warn Yao?" The third asked.
"Probably, there is no telling what might happen if he does appear." The second replied.
"It's hard to believe he's the one who's in there." The first said jutting his thumb towards the door.
The woman huffed and sunk into one hip, resting her hands there.
"He has feelings you know."
"It's just so hard to believe. He always has that creepy little smile one his face. I mean, I know he is trying to be pleasant when he does but it's still so creepy." The third said.
"What did you say you saw when you found him?" The second said turning to the first.
"Like I said. He told me he was going for a stroll like he does occasionally late at night. Then after a bit I heard gunfire. So I ran downstairs to make sure he wasn't hurt or had done anything crazy. When I got to the main hallway I saw some splatters of blood on the floor. And I could tell it wasn't from whoever got shot because a bit farther away there was a trail of blood on the floor. I'm guessing whoever got shot was dragged across the floor. I also think the random splatter of blood was from a fight or something."
"Get on with it you git!" The second shouted.
"There is no need to yell at me. Anyway, I followed the trail of blood to the main doors to see one was stuck open because of all the snow outside. There were drag marks in the snow and also bloody snow."
"No, really? I had no idea there would be blood in the snow after there was blood in the hallway. Really Alfred!" The second man interrupted.
"Will you stop interrupting me! Anyways, there were four sets of footprints around the drag marks. One set ended short and at the end I found Ivan. Kneeling in the snow, hands covered in blood that wasn't his, and staring at a blue ribbon with yellow sunflowers on it. The drag marks, blood, and other three footprints ended a little farther off with no sign of what made them whatsoever." Alfred finally finished.
"Mon dieu que c'est dégoûtant. It wasn't his blood on his hands?" The third said in disgust.
"Wait, what did the ribbon look like again?" The woman asked Alfred.
"Blue with little yellow sunflowers."
"Does that mean anything to you?" The second man said.
"Yes, it explains everything. Well almost, we still don't know who shot her."
"Her?" The second man asked raising one of his rather bushy blonde eyebrows.
"Yes, her. That ribbon belongs to my friend Narantsetgiin."
"That's one hell of a name." Alfred said.
"We call her Nara for short. She is Mongolia if that is easier to remember then her name."
"That should help but who is she?" The third man said.
"That's kind of a long story."