Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.

Olanus had ordered his soldiers to gather the neighbors, trying to find out if they saw something, if they knew something or if they did something. All while the soldiers that were supposed to patrol the streets finally reached the rape and murder scene. In a rage he went towards them, they were visibly nervous and distracted. With one swing of his hand, he floored the four to the ground, his voice like a thunder, shaking the street. His voice hurried the neighbors to gather around, all of them knew what happened, since a carriage wouldn’t spend so much time in front of that house, it usually just dropped her off. Each of them had theories, before the soldiers had even reached them. The four soldiers picked themselves up and started throwing blame from one to the other to the next to the last one and then again from the beginning mixing their orders. That was until the second one blamed the fourth one for the fact that he brought with him a flask with Dacian wine for everyone, since he had a cousin that had some ties there and got some really good Merlot. To which the fourth soldier replied by screaming that he wasn’t supposed to tell him. In turn the second one pulled his sword and gutted the fourth soldier. But due to such an aggressive behavior Olanus entwined the second soldier’s head. The old folk suddenly felt revitalized, the young terrified, their parents not bored anymore. Alicaria was still crying, she had gotten up on her feet… The child that once was smiling and being a rambunctious sweetheart, suddenly gone. She barely walked towards towards his cold corpse, wobbling from the pain she had in her legs, as her flower was still dripping, a thin crust of blood was forming around her wound. Trembling she reached out with her bloody hand, as she touched his skin and felt the cold coming from her body, she went into a frenzy, screaming her pain out, not that it helped. Screaming, with tears rolling down her face, she kept trying to clean the dry foam from his mouth, after which she took his corpse in her arms… Whispering something. The neighbors outside, were trying to look inside, so they could get a better look and understanding of what was happening. Olanus, being the big figure he was, blocked the entrance and started interrogating them… The first question was if they knew what has happened, to which all responded that they had a general idea of what, but didn’t know exactly what. One of them speculated that she was punished for bewitching the emperor’s court, another was saying that she was being raped and humiliated, which is why they were summoned there. Only a few understood what was happening. After a few minutes of absolute nonsense, Olanus told the plebeians that there was a robbery and that one of the two thieves killed the other. So, he started asking to see if someone had approached the house, if it was any of them or if any of them saw someone. One old woman told him that she saw someone in black clerical clothing enter the house. This only started a ruckus between the neighbors, as they started accusing her of being a witch and a wench too. Another woman accused her of holding a grudge against the church since they had condemned his son. This was just a first step into a bigger, more complicated case.

And then….

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