Arquis hurried after Lovey and Rin down the way to Honey's room. He was glad that the young woman was there to guide them all. Her stride was long and fast, and her ponytail swished in her wake like gold lightning. Once she got to the door, she stopped, schooled her expression into something polite, and then knocked.
"Hey, Honey! I think I left Sugar's collar in here. Can I come grab it?"
No answer. Arquis felt his heart plunge into his stomach. His palms grew cold and clammy.
"Hello? Honey?" She rapped the door again, letting out a giggle. It was a bit too high in pitch to be real. She was terrified. "You in there?"
Still nothing. Lovey shuffled forward and stabbed the master key into the lock, then turned the handle. There was a moment of silence as she absorbed the scene in front of her. Arquis almost didn't want to look. His mind had convinced him that something terrible had happened, and he was expecting to be hit at any second with the coppery smell of blood. Finally, he peered in.
Something terrible clearly had happened, but it was hard to know what. Honey was hunched on the floor at the foot of his bed. The skirt of his dress was bunched up around his thighs, and his head was in his hands. He didn't appear to be crying, but he wasn't really moving, either. Arquis quickly scanned him for any sort of wound. There was nothing. He didn't appear to be injured. That was a relief, though there was something still very wrong.
"Honey?" Lovey approached him slowly, hands raised in front of her. She knelt by his side. "Hey, what happened? Are you alright?"
He looked up. His face looked drained of all color. The lipstick he'd been wearing was rather smudged, but that was the only difference between his previous and present state. Or at least, Arquis thought that was the only difference. As he came closer, he realized that the left side of Honey's dress was ripped. Strings of unsevered fabric hung between the two sides like the cables of a rope bridge, barely holding anything up.