It wasn't as if Persephone was born to be over dramatic all of the time. Sure, that was what was needed for her job, but not her life. Of course she would try to be as discreet as possible as they went their way through the hospital. They couldn't possibly know who the murderer is.

Shrugging, she knew there could be worse situations. "Well, at least there's not a plague going around." She mumbled. After all, it was the plague that was the beginning of the end for her life as an Upper Class woman.

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