Rose had come to try and see what was causing the blackout (with her mutant senses, she hardly needed to be able to see to navigate) and the unmistakable scent of death (one fresh corpse, two much longer dead) filled her nostrils.
The long dead smell wasn't a familiar one, not one of the mansion regulars.
Snikt!
A single claw of razor sharp bone extended from the back of each hand. She held her breath, waiting for the right moment to strike.
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