Chapter Fifteen: Kyan the Ripper

In the late afternoon, Siena came to visit us, claiming to have important information to give us. It all happened within less than twenty-four hours of meeting Chris. We all sat around the table, except for Siena, Edward and I, who sat on the medium sofa upholstered in an antique pink, next to the window sill.

"Huh? What are you saying?" Rivaille looked at Siena dumbfounded, as did all of us.

"The Reverend is dead. They found his body hanging in the church." He explained. "I knew the cult of his followers would react. The information was spread too much, all the way to the citizens. People got scared and... I was far too naive. The responsibility is mine alone."

A brief silence fell, which was succeeded by the sound of Rivaille quietly sipping tea after the telling of an amusing anecdote. I frowned and looked at him as if to say:"Really? Are you having tea right now?" But he didn't even look at me, focused on staring at an undefined spot in the room in front of him.