Arcadia Devereux; D9; CBD#3 ready

"My name is Arcadia. Call me Arc, though." She hesitates when her eyes crawl up to the newcomers face. She takes in the circumference and questions the legality of their words. "How do I trust you when you killed my parents?" The masks were whisked away. Her fingers clench tightly, her nails digging into her palms. Tears collect into the damns waiting for the overflow. With a sudden jerk of her head, they spill. Her grand mixture of blonde and brown strands fall over her dainty shoulders. Her clothes hang over her tiny frame two sizes too big. Her thin arms drape over her chest as she covers her face.

The tears fall, cascading over her cheeks like a broken damn that retained too much; emotions overflow. "I will not go! I will not go I tell you. You are damned liars." She screams in agony, wishing for the neighbors to come to their aid. A torturous scene for them to unfold wondering why they were being forced to accommodate a command that wasn't their own.

"I want them back or so help me..." She looks to her brother and older sister. Realization hits that she can't and won't fight any longer as her heart crumbles within. Her mind playing tricks with her and the conversation just moments ago lost - forever. The tears begin to stop.

Her heart slows to a steady pace. She wipes her cheeks of the liquid that was only moments ago pouring over. A sniffle escapes her.

Eyes crawl up to the man's eyes, examining them. "Why... are you here?"