'How'd the door split into two?' Fumeko looked outside. The police were starting to move out and the neighbouring public were gone; except three or so reporters who had brought umbrellas along who were still being barred by an officer.
A couple of worms sprouted from what little lawn the house had. She did not spot a frog in the grass, but could certainly hear a few nearby.
She turned over the bottom half of the door which only told her that it was broken from an impact. The top half however had a clear indent from a boot that tried to break it first.
'The peephole's broken. And the door has a gash? …' Her eyes peered to the doorframe. She reached a finger up and traced it along another gash that was at an angle. '… …! Jotou's sword. The door was pierced first before being busted down.
At some point, the door got busted into. So she stabbed the frame? … …! Did she throw it? That'd explain the weird mark; everyone else had a firearm. Someone must've been at the door.'
