The Expectation That Ruined Everything

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She opened the door slowly, feeling a surge of dread and anxiety. As the door swung wide, she was blinded by the light that came from the balcony and filled the room, revealing every corner and crevice. She squinted her eyes and tried to adjust to the brightness, wondering what had happened inside.

The wind made the torn velvet curtain of the bed flutter in the air, producing a soft sound that was soothing to the ears. She heard the birds singing and the leaves rustling outside, as if they were oblivious to the tragedy that had occurred in this place. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and disorder inside the room, which was obvious from the first glance.

She gasped in horror and disbelief at what she saw, feeling her heart sink and her stomach churn. The room was a complete mess, just as the guard had reported to her, making everything unrecognizable as the fairytale-like room of an aristocrat. It looked like a scene of a violent robbery or a brutal attack, with no mercy or respect shown.

The furniture was thrown around, as if someone had used great force to overturn them. The books were strewn across the floor, some of them ripped or soaked. The curtains were shredded, exposing the windows and letting in the sunlight. The valuables were gone, such as jewelry, artifacts, and ornaments. The walls were stained with urine, as if someone had used them as a toilet. And the floor was covered with broken glass and pottery, making it hazardous to walk on.

The bed was torn apart, and the sheets were dirty with blood and dirt. And even the violin, which was her sister's favorite instrument, was broken in half, lying on the floor like a discarded toy. All the instruments for various purposes that her sister enjoyed were scattered around the room, such as brushes, paints, needles, threads, and scissors.

The spy prisoner, who was supposed to be locked up in this room under her supervision, had vanished. He had escaped somehow, leaving behind a trail of destruction and devastation.

She felt a wave of anger and grief as she realized that her sister's room had been desecrated and ruined by the scum she had trusted.

"This… is worse than what the guard said…" She muttered when she looked at the floor beside the cabinet leading to the balcony, where she saw something that made her feel even more disgusted and violated. Pieces of clothes with different colors and cute designs were scattered on the floor, some of them torn. Yellow, pink, green with variety of cute designs. 

She muttered in disbelief, 'They were my sister's panties…' She felt a wave of anger and disgust at the sight, wondering what he had done with them.

She saw some of them hanging on the railing of the balcony as if they were inviting her to come closer. "Come, come, little missy. There's more to see here." said the panty with the cute cat embroidery in the middle of its fabric. It was one of her sister's favorite underwear that she had bought from an exclusive store.

Her sister loved cute things while she was more interested in adventurous things. She liked to explore new places and try new things, while her sister preferred to stay at home and read books or tinker with something. 'Ughh, I'm coming…' she answered inwardly without thinking. She wondered why she was listening to a talking panty in the first place.

As if mesmerized by the panty's voice, she walked slowly towards the balcony and saw more of them scattered on the floor. They were all different colors and patterns, some with flowers, some with animals, some with letters. They looked like they had been tossed out of a window or a closet in a hurry.

Reaching the railing of the balcony, she took a deep breath and looked down on the ground below. She expected to see more underwear lying outside, but what she saw was worse and made her eyes widen and her face turn red.

Her mind froze for a few seconds until she screamed loudly, "PERVERT!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!"

She saw some soldiers outside picking up a piece of cloth, some of them snatched one quickly and ran away like the wind. The view from the balcony made it look like some kind of confetti was thrown but she knew that wasn't the case. 'Sen-sen will kill me for this…' she muttered as she felt a wave of anger and embarrassment.

She was even more furious when she saw the rope hanging from the balcony. Her prisoner had escaped, and he had done unthinkable things to her sister's room. He had taken her valuables and ruined her belongings. She could not believe that he had betrayed her kindness and generosity, and dared to run away from her in such way.

Moriarty had crafted a rope from the clothes and sheets he had found in the lady's room. He had joined them together with different fabric, knots and hooks, hoping that they would be strong enough to support his weight. He had thrown the rope from the fourth floor window, reaching the ground. It was his makeshift escape tool that he had devised in a desperate attempt to flee.

"He thinks he can get away with this." she said through gritted teeth. She held a piece of underwear in her hand, feeling a wave of anger and humiliation.

'He has touched Sen-sen's cute dresses and undies…' She shuddered at the thought of her sister's reaction when she discovered what had happened. She pictured her sister unleashing her wrath, with lightning bolts striking everywhere. It was only in her imagination, but it felt very real.

She knew that her sister cherished her dresses more than anything else in the world, and she would be enraged if she found out that she was responsible for this disaster. She imagined her sister's scowl, her shout, and her magic that could annihilate anything in its way. She felt a cold sweat on her forehead as she visualized the scene.