A red stain - II

Her eyes trailed down along with the drops of blood onto the lower part of the door.

"Oh my.." Evelyn whispered before stepping back and cupping her mouth. That was blood, she could recognise it very well from the stains on her father's shirt and from the wounds—

Giovanni. 

It was obvious. The red handprint was crimson in colour and was obviously blood. 

He was alive—

He has now come for now. It was obvious.

It was glaringly obvious. 

A short sound made her turn her head towards the left but Evelyn saw nothing. But the fear had already spiked to a level where her legs started to move into the direction of the stairs even though she was still looking at the spot trying to figure out where the noise came from. 

"Evelyn?" 

She with her head around to stare at Salvatore. 

He was still standing with his consigliere and his enforcer who were now staring at her as well.