The child came to the crowd. His arms melted around a woman. She looked at Tarrok with sad eyes. No one said a thing. They all just parted, letting him enter the damaged facade of the home. There was little damage inside. The only evidence of any sort of struggle was the blood on the floor that lined up to a tangled mass on the floor.<br/><br/>Black hair was sprawled out around her face. Her neck was angled in a very inhuman way with a thick rope tied around it. Her arms were above her head, tied and twisted. One clearly looked dislocated at the elbow. What wasn't covered by what looked like a rag was bear with blood staining her porcelain skin.<br/><br/>Above all, Aiko lied there, gasping for air. Her clothes lied nearby in tattered rags. There was very little time left if she didn't get the help she needed.