Hello, my little chickies! I regret to inform you that I am NOT xXSkinnyDeerXx, formerly SuNorShipper! I am simply Su's girlfriend, Nor! Su is currently in the hospital, under going radiation treatments. Don't worry; it isn't leukemia! She just has osteosarcoma! Actually that's a little worse. She won't be able to write or type for a while, so I will sub in for her regularly! Please don't send us your support and lesbian hate crimes, for Su-san and I hate to read those! She actually wrote this (in her mind) and had me type it. Stop being so lazy, babe!
Su: YOU stop being a little f*ck!
I would if you would stop cussing at me! Honestly, treatment is making you a real crab!

~Ciao!

"Indy?" Georgia murmured, eyes staring at the bloodstains as she knelt down next to her shivering comrade. "What on Earth happened?" Indiana didn't speak, but opened her mouth and closed her nervous eyes, while trembling like a leaf and holding up a quivering hand as if to tell Georgia that she needs more time.

"Is it... about that Thing?" Freya asked cautiously, twisting around to check that they were still alone, before turning back to the shaking Hoosier. Indiana took a shuddering breath and nodded.
"Would you... like for me to get you some water?"
At last,

Jannette spoke with a rasp in her voice. "N-no... I-I will come with you, just don't go alone..." But when she stood up, Indiana fell against the wall from shaking so much.
"Stay behind that curtain, comrade." Georgia ordered quietly. "I shall be back soon with water and the others, who must be hiding somewhere."

Turning around as she gripped the red velvet curtain, facing away in what seemed to be shame about not being able to walk a few simple paces, Jannette murmured, " Stay safe..." before closing the curtain.

So now Freya is very confused. One puzzling thought after another and she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear from just walking around in the Second Floor corridor. Even her steps seemed slow and sluggish, even after promising that she would find her friends as soon as possible. Something seems to be dragging Georgia along like claws of hopelessness and desperation...

And then something came up that unsettled Freya's stomach greatly. The strong stench of rusty and metallic blood seemed to be wafting from somewhere, yet the former Soviet couldn't locate where it was coming from. All that she is hoping for is that none of her friends are being attacked by that thing...

The rest of the doors on the Second Floor were locked, which wasn't very assuring since very few doors were left unlocked in the house to begin with. Thus, Georgia reluctantly decided to go upstairs...
But there was nothing. All there was were two doors in view when she got to the Third Floor, but when Freya turned the corner, she saw a puddle of blood and splintered arrow shafts scattered around.

Georgia paled. Those arrows were from Warsaw's bow.

Upon realizing this, Freya's mind went into high alert and adrenaline raced through her small body. Warsaw would never fire his bow unless it was absolutely necessary, and there wasn't enough space on the floor for Otto to get a good shot. To confirm the Georgian's fear and suspicion, in the narrow gap between another staircase and a plain wall, were parts of steel arrowheads sticking out of the wall. Georgia began to carefully pull them out. The arrowheads were clean and still deadly sharp. If Warsaw hit his target, they would be bloody and the tips wouldn't be so sharp.

'This is very dangerous; if Warsaw had to shoot his bow and he missed, it must be.' Georgia thought before clipping the steel pieces onto her belt alongside her knives.

Then... that must mean that the blood on the floor belongs to Warsaw... It wasn't a very large puddle, but it was enough to knock someone unconscious. Along with splintered arrowheads, there were unused arrows, which Otto must have dropped in the struggle. Georgia clipped those to her belt, too.

"I need to find Sparkles..." Georgia muttered. She checked the other doors, which were (unsurprisingly) locked and she advanced upstairs. The fourth floor's corridor was just as narrow and there were two doors as well. The first one didn't open, but the second one leading up to the attic did.

But before she entered, Freya noticed the bloodstains on the door's handle and her heartbeat quickened. Georgia's hand slowly reached for her longest and serrated knife, which she strapped to her arm, all while keeping her serious eyes trained on the door. She unsheathed her knife and held it before her, silver and deadly, and Freya kicked opened the door and stormed inside.

She relaxed when it was realized that nobody was in the room.

It didn't make any sense; there was blood on the door outside, so someone must have come inside at some point...
Freya looked at the handle on the other side of the door, and it was clean and shiny. Someone was still in this room.

Then her eyes turned towards the corner where there was a long curtain that concealed the entrance instead of the door. There. With her hawk-like vision, Georgia zeroed in on the bloody fingerprints. She walked over carefully, whispering, "Warsaw?"