*** A Few Hours Later
Fiona stayed in the mansion for hours longer than necessary, wandering its empty halls after dismissing the kill squad for a job well done.
She wasn't sure how she felt after everything. Sure, she was raised by the Whitestrakes, but she had never been particularly close to any of them—an inevitable result of being sent to manage the Cold Iron District at a young age.
But at the same time, she had just killed her family.
Happy? Sad? Guilty? Or excited?
She couldn't exactly explain herself, but, like always, Fiona dealt with it the way she dealt with everything else.
She just brushed it off.
"Eh, the original me's already dead anyway."
She sighed, and then, like a switch being flipped—
Flip!
"Took you long enough."
Evelina returned, this time far more attuned to the personalities inside her after thinking about her situation while Fiona was in control.
Everything was definitely confusing, but she had come to a conclusion.
