Tracy the Informant

"You should have gone out and made them consider your presence, thus ceasing their destructive acts upon my household. Why didn't you step forward? You demon!"

Marigold burst into loud tears, her voice still hoarse from inhaling the smoke and dust earlier. It sounded particularly heart-wrenching.

"We are not allies, can't you see?" Brian raised an eyebrow, calmly reminding her of this obvious fact.

"If my intervention were effective, I would have stepped in long ago. But as you witnessed, they even shot the woman who came to steal your music box."

"Oh?" Marigold began to feel confused. "So that woman wasn't here to kill me, but rather—"