"What happened?"
The second Killian stepped in, Inez knew that there was something wrong. Because if he had even a shred of good news, then he wouldn't look like that; he wouldn't stare at her with those dead eyes like there was already enough wrong with the world, but it turned even shittier.
Inez didn't think that she could take any more sadness today, but she still straightened up her back and inhaled sharply. In and out, she tried to calm her anxious mind.
"They were killed. Before Tracy or the rest of them could reach them. No one was able to escape from the massacre."
Even though Inez prepared herself for it, she still felt the air winding out of her. "All of them? How could that be—" She caught herself before she could continue that very question. Did it even matter how those people died? They were going to die anyway, in a much more peaceful way, but still. She swallowed her words right back before saying, "Was it—was it too cruel?"
