"I live here!" Fumeko told the police that stopped her advance, before she simply blinked into the entrance of her home. 'What the fuck happened…'
Door busted to the side, a wall shattered inwards, a telephone thrown aside with the cord cut, slashes in the floor, cushions thrown—a mess of evidence and signs of a struggle.
No police had entered the house yet, at least none that she could see. "Ma'am, you'll have to come with us," she heard a man's voice upstairs.
"Woosh!"
"Alright, alright, turn the oven down, look officer I'm not going nowhere no place till I case the case 'round here."
'Not the ma'am I was looking for.'
Alicia's pink eyes darted to the arriving shadows behind a police officer who was unholstering his handcuffs. She chirped brightly, "See? Right over there, I was invited over, wasn't I~?"
The policeman turned, "You're… Namora's kid right?"
Fumeko narrowed her gaze, "Yeah, what're you doing inside my house?"
