-Rose-
We were attacked last night.
Simon wrote with his shaking hand.
“What?”I widened my eyes in shock.
Simon sobbed and kept writing.
They set a fire and burned the brothel.
“Who are they? Rogues? Madame Pink’s competitors? Did you recognize the attacker?”I asked.
“Here,”Willow served Simon a cup of tea. He drank it and nodded at Willow thankfully. He wiped the words on the writing board and shook his head as he wrote.
I don’t know. I am SORRY.
“It is okay.”I gave Simon a consoling smile and took deep breaths to stay calm. Then I asked him more questions,“Where is everybody else?”
Simon flinched at my inquiry. He let out a painful whimper and lifted the writing board, trying to smash his head.
“Holy Moon!”Willow cried and snatched the board from him. She shouted at him in ter
