Ophelia cautiously exited the bathing chamber.
"Were you injured?" Ophelia inquired, curious to know if some of the blood Dante wore was his own.
The blood soaked Dante's pants and dripped from his fingers.
"No," Dante replied, making way for Ophelia to walk further. He wanted to tidy his appearance before he scared her even more than he felt she already was.
Ophelia averted her gaze back to the men on the floor. She walked to one to see how he had been killed, only to be left puzzled.
'The marks,' Ophelia thought, confused by the scratches on the man's face.
It reminded Ophelia of the time she was scratched by a cat.
What weapon could Dante have to leave such marks on anyone?
Ophelia looked back at Dante and found him lighting a cigar. Was now the best time to smoke when they had three dead men in their chamber?
