Malkia could feel the sadness before she walked into the kitchen. She knew someone had maliciously taken these people’s lives and whoever it was wanted her to see it. Her eyes scanned the room from the doorway and noticed the woman sitting on the chair next to the cleaning sink. Her head had been leaned back onto the edge of the sink, her eyes wide with fear but drained of all life. There was the hushed dripping of blood in the basin, which grew deafening as she stared at the dead eyes. Malkia noticed the direction the woman’s eyes were focused towards and her gut hurt as she turned to see the view.