[Content Warning: mentions of violence]

Nisa had returned home from her club but her face was barely keeping it's usual mask of peace and calm. She had gone along with putting her stuff aside, but was so bothered, she began to pace the hallway. Finally, she went to her brother's room and knocked. It was always good to knock at the door.

"I have news, brother. Please tell me you're home." She finally relaxed enough to narrow her eyes and wrung her hands together. She wanted a rope in them wrapped around a neck. " I wish to speak to you about something and I feel I might scream if I don't talk first."