".............Penny."

"....I-I didn't do it!"

"There's a dead cat in the kitchen and you're the only one in this building... Please explain yourself."

"I-I said I didn't do it! (>///<)"

Frederic Chopin wasn't the type of person who like to get in trouble. Although his health wasn't as, stable, he makes sure to have a clean record no matter what. Clean and innocent was important to him.

So after having the energy to go to school, feel faint half way, and make the long trek home... he didn't expect to walk into tragedy under his own roof.

There was the Witch, a fugitive of the British Witch Hunt. In her hand was not a wand, but a kitchen knife painted fresh with red. Her other hand carried the head of what appeared to be a large fish.

A dead cat lying on the floor... 

... That, or it ate something strange and it passed as a self-defense function, to allow its liver to begin the total detoxification process... D*mn.

No matter how he counted the number of egg corpses splattered across the ground... the Witch kneeling over the dying cat with a knife was too obvious.

Case Closed.

"D-DON'T JUST UP AND FLAG ME AS THE CULPRIT OF A MURDER MYSTERY! D-DO I LOOK THAT SEXY TO BE THE FEMME FATAL...Wait."

"Would you like to repeat that again, Miss Penny?"

"Everything except the sexy femme fatal part... Wait, no. I meant just listen to the Sexy Femme Fatal part--D*MN IT! I'M CONFUSED! (>x<)"

"... Please just put down the knife and let that cat go... No, don't throw it into my arms like I'm here to rescue the damsel. I'll seize up and collapse."

The Composer took several steps back... more from the Calico cat that was rolling around with a queasy meow, more than the knife in the Witch's hand.

He would look left and right, and see nothing but shards of fish meat and scales splattered across the floor and wall. 

The signs were consistent to that of blunt force trauma to the head, effectively causing internal bleeding in the fish's skull and ceasing its life.

There were foot prints of fish blood and guts all over the wooden planks, going around in circles. Like a scared suspect having no idea what to do next and ended up walking around the house in a daze after the crime.

Exactly what an amateur chef would do when cooking fish the first time.

It may not have been premeditated murder... but it was still manslaughter... 

.. Or...cat... slaughter... Cat...poisoning...Poor kitty looks like it needs to vomit.

"L-like I said! I-I have nothing to do with this mess! I-I'm innocent!"

"Please stop pushing on the kitten's bulging stomach. You're going to kill it."

"IT'S CHEST COMPRESSIONS D*MN IT!"

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