SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

There was an unexpectant joy that arrived with capturing Christina and nobody being around to provide backup. Instead of transforming the evening into a chaotic event of mass panic, it remained rather calm. The romantic music played soothingly over the speakers, loud enough to be heard, but not reaching lengths of annoying to speak over. People moved around the dance floor with grace as they worked alongside their partner to make a smooth and pleasant dance. There was calm conversation, people smiling and laughing instead of panicking and running out of city hall. They were enemies, yet, they were not fighting as the majority would expect in the current moment. Instead, they passively stood while Emmet kept his hand locked around the white-haired soldier's wrist, refusing to risk her escape. However, there appeared to be more than merely desiring to keep an enemy of the TRS from wreaking havoc.

There was something about being warranted the time to be near this mysterious woman. The closeness to Christina was pleasant, calming, yet, somehow thrilling in a delightful way. The question towards his name furrowed his brows, the lieutenant wondering why the soldier was curious to Emmet being short for something. There was a moment of hesitation before he answered.

"... It is short for Emmerson... I just prefer Emmet," he explained quietly.

The confirmation about being correct over Christina's name was responded to with a brief nod; at least he was granted with correct information. A flicker of surprise entered the demon's eyes when the Assembly soldier stated that being caught was not reason for her boredom. As she spoke, a soft sigh escaped Emmet's lips as the lieutenant found himself agreeing oddly enough.

"I can relate... I don't have fun at these events anymore myself," he mumbled in response.

Dances were avoided like the plague after the early demise of his wife, Marina. These occasions simply lost there charm when her face suddenly became absent. Sometimes even events hosted by his own family would be left unattended by Lord Emmerson, who would instead resign himself to his room; unless dragged out by his endearing younger sister of course.

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

Despite his lack of enjoyment for these types of events, Emmet disliked the presence of the white-haired Assembly soldier. The Ice Queen was becoming renown around Lorsette, even being placed on the most wanted list for Assembly agents. Her presence proved that the citizens of Lorsette were in danger, or at least to the TRS lieutenant. Fortunately, Emmet managed to grab the Assembly soldier's wrist, his grip tight to avoid the possibility of her suddenly fleeing. While the possibility of danger lingered in the TRS hunter's mind, he found himself oddly excited to find the Ice Queen had decided to attend the Valentine's Day Dance. There was a hidden part that desired her attendance, almost as though there was more significance to her presence. Grasping her wrist resulted in a palpitation in Emmet's heart, the close proximity driving his heart mad.

Bashfully, his yellow eyes avoided her gaze, the small grin causing a faint red tint to touch his cheeks. There was a peculiar sensation that transcended over him whenever this white-haired woman was present. A mixture of excitement and nervousness which was familiar, although, Emmet found himself unable to place a name to the feelings. The arrival of the question surprised him, resulting in a pause as he contemplated his answer momentary. There was the opportunity to escape the suffocating circumstances of the romance-themed dance, a topic he still desired to avoid when possible. The lieutenant, shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the white-haired woman.

"Perhaps, but I am more concerned about the enjoyment for the citizens," he spoke in a hushed tone.

The dark-haired man glanced around, knowing his broken radio would not be adequate to make the report. There was difficulty spying his fellow TRS amidst the endless crowd of citizens. The massive fray of bodies made Emmet flinch, the demon knowing he would probably require back up if the Ice Queen decided to escape, alass, he struggled to see his TRS hunters in the crowd, leaving him alone.

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

The arrival of the maids prompted the necessity to get the situation organized, or at least sorted to Emmet's best ability. There was still curious about the intense distance that has been created between themselves and Rosalynn; something the older demon found difficult to fathom. He was void of anger, only a mild disappointment and concern settling into the nobleman's stomach from his younger sister escaping the gazes of her maids. After spending years around his over-protective mother, Bernadette made Emmet wary of his younger sister traversing the busy streets alone. There were those constant worries about Rosalynn getting snatched up off the street and perhaps imprisoned for some ransom. Unknowingly, the demon remained blind to the younger demon's capabilities; merely taking the value of her appearance and ineptness in elemental manipulation. Thoughts were never taken to the expansive plain of capabilities that arrives with possession; likely sparked by his own failure in the power.

Quietly, Emmet observed as the maids as they approached as they lowered their heads. The action was symbolic, displaying shame and remorse for the unintentional negligence. A sensible action, especially when there were two members of the family they served on the scene and aware of the occurrence. There was a subtle tension in the situation, the failure to perform their required duties weighing against them in the current instance, however, there was an ounce of fortune. The sympathetic nature of Emmet made the older demon more forgiving towards the unfortunate servants who managed to lose his sister in a crowd, although, it battled against his over-protectiveness. What if he failed to locate Rosalynn? It could have possibly resulted in his younger sister getting injured instead of the mere tarnishing of one of her numerous clothing articles. The fretting continued, Emmet's stress levels heightening as his mind listed off the potential threats towards his sister.

The inquiry towards the occurrences during the maid's absence captured Emmet's attention, leading him away from his thoughts. The explanation Rosalynn provided gave vague insight to the happenings while the maids were busy getting lost amidst the massive throng of people. Immediately afterwards, one of the maids began expressing her guilt, additionally offering her job as compensation for the accident. The display caused the older demon to flinch as it generated emotions of pity towards the pair of maids who worked tirelessly to please his younger sister. There was a sudden shift in Rosalynn that Emmet noticed easily, the older demon listened to his younger sister take the blame for going missing. Shortly, the young girl proceeded to show support, seriousness gracing his sister's voice before the gaze shifted towards him.

The nobleman listened to their explanation, the mentioning of Rosalynn managing to slip by and the difficulties in finding where his younger sister managed to escape. Several self-deprecating remarks were made, revealing pessimistic undertones as the woman completed the explanation. There was a shift in Emmet's attention when his younger sister proceeded to speak, insisting against the blame belonging to the maids. A moment was taken to think, Emmet glancing down at Rosalynn before shifting his gaze towards the maids; usually, people of the Halogan household refused to entrust him with any decisions considering they only viewed the tainted blood that pulsed through his veins. There was a gentle sigh as the older demon scratched the back of his head.

"Just... try not to let it happen again. We don't want Rosa getting lost and possibly abducted after all," there was a momentary pause. "And try not to stray too far from your maids, Rosa. Even if you can manage yourself, it is best to be careful."

The abrupt bestowal of the doughnut box caused Emmet's eyes to widen in surprise as Rosalynn suddenly shifted back to her usual over-zealous behaviour. There was a gleeful assistance to share it with his buddies before Rosalynn passed her maids and began cheering them onward. A soft smile touched the older demon's face as he held the box closer, taking a few moments to watch his sister.

"Speaking of buddies, I better get back over there. Be safe and I will see you when I get home Rosa," the demon said.

Once the farewell was stated, the TRS lieutenant turned back towards the scene, his expression shifting towards a more sombre appearance. He weaved through the remains of the crowd, noticing the preparations of the clean up alongside a few strange looks sparked from the box within his hands; thankfully, a small exchange of words cleared up the situation. There were a few moments to overlook the progression of gathering evidence before the lieutenant took his leave since this, unfortunately, meant the steady addition of paperwork to the staggering stack of reports; it was endless. Furthermore, the individuals he required to exchange words with already evacuated the area, resulting in his presence on scene officially being useless. Thus, the gradual return to the TRS headquarters began with extreme hopes that Rosalynn would not get lost again; Volos forbid something horrible happened to her.

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

A sigh escaped Emmet's lips while Rosalynn cheerfully approached the doughnut shop to gaze over the various pastries. It remained a diversion from the objective, but replying with denial was always difficult for the lieutenant when it came to his younger sister. Considering the scene prior, the older demon was somewhat relieved that Rosalynn still possessed an appetite afterwards. There was a vague suggestion that perhaps she had been protected fro viewing the stomach-churning gore. While his younger sister began joyfully selecting her doughnuts, the lieutenant continued glancing around the area. A majority of the crowd dispersed, returning to their regular activities or heading home because of the gruesome scene. Continuously, Emmet's yellow eyes glanced around the general vicinity, surprised to fail even capturing a glimpse of Rosalynn's maids; certainty they could not have travelled far, right?

After a few moments of fruitless gazing, the lieutenant exchanged a few words with the citizens that remained in the area, but it heralded zero results. Slowly, Emmet's fingers ran through his hair, ceasing once they reached the back of his head while his other hand settled on his hip. There was definitely a discussion needed about trying to keep Rosalynn within sight, although, the lieutenant found it difficult to blame the women. At times, it could be difficult to maintain close proximity to a young teen; even Bernadette had occasionally lost sight of him when he was a child. It was inevitable but still required a mild scolding to assure that the situation would not occur again, or at least less frequently. When the sounds of approaching footsteps met the nobleman's ears, his arms returned to their sides while he faced towards Rosalynn. At the mentioning of the maids being informed to wait, the male demon lifted an eyebrow slightly.

"Then they can't possibly be far," he murmured quietly. "And you are certain you did not ask them to grab something for you before you found me?"

There was a requirement for more information about the subject, although, the older demon remained blind to the obvious solution. The worries about his unit accompanied with his concern's about Rosalynn's presence had remained a steady distraction, especially with the nonstop conversation his younger sister had been keen on invoking upon discovering him. The handing over of the box resulted in Emmet lifting an eyebrow as Rosalynn fetched her phone again. Smoothly, his sister touched the screen before bringing the device to her ear and providing a mischievous glance towards him. A sheepish smile stretched across the lieutenant's lips at his own failure to use the communicative powers of a cellphone. The slightest hints of red tinted his cheeks from the moment of embarrassment.

A hasty phone call could have easily sorted the situation within a matter of moments, but the male demon rarely thought about the device; usually, he only required his radio for work. Silently, Emmet listened to the conversation between Rosalynn and her maid, Fatima. The questions were provided immediately by his younger sister while she worked towards capturing the location of her maids. Afterwards, the smartphone was waved at him while his sister proceeded to proceeded to inform him of the uses. The embarrassment increased with the spoken words, the lieutenant wishing that he had originally used the phone; at least then he would not have fallen victim to this teasing.

"Yes... I just don't usually use it at work," Emmet admitted quietly.

On most occasions, the device remained quietly sealed away in his pocket while he participated in missions and went through endless stacks of paperwork. The numerous significant jobs of a lieutenant naturally arrived before distracting himself with the cellphone. Admittedly, the electronic's importance was labelled low in Emmet's opinion considering he would only use it on occasion; usually when the TRS required him to come into work despite it being a day off. The sheepish smile remained on Emmet's lips while Rosalynn continued, mentioning his work buddies.

"Hey, I don't usually use it at work," he began, attempting to defend himself. "Usually I'm out doing a mission or getting stuck with piles of paperwork..."

There were the slightest hints of annoyance merely stating the word 'paperwork' from the lieutenant's stern hatred of the concept. Days had been devoured reading and scrawling a signature of ink across the provided section for signing. The procedure was lengthy, especially when the sheets continued piling up whenever larger missions occurred or when little was accomplished from distractions. At the mentioning of the distance between themselves and Rosalynn's maids, Emmet lifted an eyebrow in confusion; how did they get that far? While they could have perhaps gotten lost, the male demon still found it peculiar that the pair were several streets away.

"Very. I wonder how they possibly got that far," Emmet stated before sighing. "Hopefully this doesn't happen again. It can be difficult to keep up, but we can't have them constantly losing sight of you."

The male demon continued holding the doughnut box while occasionally surveying the surroundings. His yellow eyes returned towards the scene, narrowing noticing the ambulance that was heading towards the supposed suicide. For a few moments, his attention lingered until he felt Rosalynn's head lean against his arm. Immediately, his attention returned to the situation while his younger sister spoke uncharacteristically. The lieutenant listened to each word, smiling gently towards his little sister. During the wait, he would allow Rosalynn to maintain the desired position.

"It's alright, everybody gets lost on occasion. Besides, it wouldn't be hard with the chaos," Emmet responded. "Okay, but try not to get lost again, alright, Rosa? I don't like the idea of coming home one day to hear they lost you and couldn't find you. The world is a dangerous place currently, even when you are able to defend yourself."

The words were spoken softly, genuine concern touching each word while he spoke to his sister. The concept of Fatima and Morgana returning to the manor and stating that Rosalynn was missing made the lieutenant's stomach churn; it needed to be avoided at all cost. Already, his mind could think through the numerous horrible things that could occur should his sister run into a terror or Assembly member alone. They could possibly bring harm to the younger demon, even going lengths of slaughtering her without a second thought and Emmet was not allowing that to occur.

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

Deception was the game that Emmet's sister played; a facade hiding true intentions beneath a cleverly planned attitude. Similar to his fellow citizens, the lieutenant remained naive to Rosalynn pulling the strings; like a master playing with puppets. The orchestrated actions went unbeknownst, the demon providing no suspicion towards the possibility of his sister directing the actions with the usage of her abilities. A blindness was maintained to the youthful manipulation within his direct family. In his eyes, Rosalynn was merely a sweet, young girl who deserved a mild sheltering from the horrible reality of the modern world. There were merciless slaughters caused by the malicious Zeredah who desired to enforce her vision onto the world. While heroes lurked around corners, prepared to hunt down the threat, the air of gloom remained heavy as time gradually passed.

The bitter reality of the clouding darkness alongside the vicious bite of loss were notions that Emmet wanted to keep Rosalynn from. Unfortunately, his fixation kept him blind to the twisted definition of justice that his younger sister kept. Every passing day, the lieutenant fell victim to the illusion his younger sister had created, conforming to the beliefs similar to everybody else. The guilt over being separated from his Rosalynn for an extensive amount of time continued orbiting Emmet's head, making it difficult for him to maintain a proper form of eye contact. The volume of her rambling began making it obvious to the older demon that periodically spending time with his younger sister was essential. The mentioning of injuries caused Emmet to stiffen slightly. His reckless actions had unexpected effects, but there were moments where enduring massive amounts of blows were a necessity on the battlefield, or the lieutenant believed that at least.

As the one-sided conversation progressed, bringing up the fight he had between himself and the Ice Queen, Emmet flinched. The young woman with purple hair was mystery to him, and definitely somebody that required careful planning for safe capturing. In the altercation, he had suffered what he would refer to as minor injuries, a majority being gashed from pieces of ice that had grazed him. There had been a casualty nonetheless, but because of a hunter getting into a recklessly close situation between a terror after the woman had fled. Although, there were unexpected repercussions from skirmish, most specifically being the strange moments of fleeting pain, faint when they arrived. Whenever he viewed the location was pain had settled in, he discovered himself void of injury, making it peculiar for the older demon. It was difficult for him to understand what was occurring, but throughout his work days he merely ignored it and never informed another soul; the occasional, abrupt wince acting as the only sign.

"Well... just because I get hurt, does not mean you shouldn't be careful, Rosa," Emmet began gently. "When I get hurt, there is not much choice in the matter, especially considering I am a hunter, although, I will attempt to be more careful in the future. I don't want to make you worry about me too much."

After the statement, his gaze gradually glanced over the crowd before flitting back towards Rosalynn. Lips twitched up into a lip-tight grin, friendly and broad. Causing his sister concern was an unfortunate aftermath of participating in the numerous battles against terrors alongside the Assembly members. When his sister halted the process, the lieutenant's eyes remained locked on her, the smile breaking until she retrieved her phone from the depths of her pockets. The action displayed the affection teens held for their devices, but Emmet did not negatively judge his younger sister for her worry. Phones were important, especially given how dangerously the world was developing. Witnessing his words result in Rosalynn glancing away, a gentle laugh escaped his lips, there were no intentions in possibly embarrassing his sister, but it nonetheless remained mildly amusing.

Although, vengeance was shortly gained when Rosalynn continued, mentioning the possibility of him stating similar to the woman at work. Romantically, Emmet was easily flustered, the very concept of using the words with more flirtatious intent causing his cheeks to tint a faint red. Embarrassment entered his countenance, resulting in the nobleman glancing away while he hastily composed himself. All thoughts of flirting with another individual were shoved away, the male demon attempting to focus on the conversation.

"I.. I assure you, I do not," he responded in a slow, quiet voice.

The effects remained, Emmet's voice containing the distinctive pitch of embarrassment; he wished the concept of romance did not cause intense embarrassment. A few deeper breaths were taken in hopes of calming, the demon taking a moment to clear his throat. There was a tugging on his coat, which shortly earned the lieutenant's attention. The exclamation made him realize what his sister wanted, his lips tugging into a smile to allow for his sister to take the photograph. There were some self-conscious thoughts taken towards the actions being exhibited near the scene since the situation remained serious. Another glance was taken towards the crowd, the lieutenant trying to locate Rosalynn's maids.

"C'mon, Rosa, we best keep looking for your maids," he stated.

Afterwards, Emmet started pressing through the dispersing citizens, attempting to discover where exactly Rosalynn's maids had disappeared to. Once his younger sister was safely escorted away from the maids, he could return to gain the final pieces of information before possibly seeking the opportunity to leave early and indulge Rosalynn with more attention.

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

Being infuriated by the uncivilized actions of the police officer was natural, especially considering the stocky man possessed the audacity to shove Emmet's little sister to the grey concrete. While the circumstances of the situation were rather tense and emotional, the lieutenant genuinely felt it was no excuse to enact rudeness towards the curious, frightened citizens. Anybody could have become the victim of abruptly being shoved towards the ground without forethought for care. It was an action that bothered the demon immensely, though the emotions were only fueled considering the victim to the entire ordeal was his younger sister. The concept of an officer being willing to push a girl of her age was disconcerting, causing the lieutenant mentally fret over his sister alongside the other citizens in the area. These actions were unnecessary and bound to result in the situation becoming worse.

Actions could speak louder than words, and shoving a young girl down because of frustration would not settle an anxious crowd that constantly witnessed the horrors Zeredah and her Assembly provided. Shielding them would be impossible, but handling the situation professionally could at least motivate a calming faith in the TRS and justice system. There was certainty that should Emmet would punish any of his hunters should they display these negative behaviors during a tense moment. The civilians still required care, especially in sensitive situations such as a gruesome death within the public eye. Carefully, the lieutenant aided Rosa to her feet, his yellow eyes immediately glancing over to make certain that any physical damage was minimal. As a result of the incident, his younger sister's dress had gotten splotched with marks of dirt, but she appeared otherwise fine from what the older demon could tell.

The pout that marked his sister's expression for a moment alongside the words suggested disappointment in the dress being soiled. There was a sudden shift to a more amiable behavior as reassurance to Rosa's condition was given, bringing relief to Emmet's countenance. Fortunately, his sister appeared unharmed which was a positive sign to the lieutenant. He could only imagine how tense the situation would have transitioned to should his younger sister be injured; he would have been downright furious. When Rosa continued showing more concern for her dress, Emmet gave her a gentle smile considering it suggested that his younger sister had not been seriously injured. Naturally, there was still a chance that bruises and cuts still existed and were accidentally skipped during his assessment.

"No cuts and bruises then?" Emmet inquired.

The verbal lecturing was designed to cease any future conflicts while enacting as a punishment of sorts for bringing harm to his younger sister. Reprimanding at times became a requirement for those of higher ranks, although, the lieutenant was certain a conversation with a superior of the RCMP would generate more command than somebody affiliated with the TRS. Individual unable to resist the urges of their frustration were consistently a concern for the older demon; it suggested numerous situations similar to this one. For only an instant had he trusted the officer with escorting his little sister away from the gruesome scene, but instead the lieutenant's trust of this particular man was betrayed. Already days were given to be concerned about the well-being of his family, and the mistreatment towards his younger sister was not assisting the paranoia of a devastating event occurring. Years of being on the field had harbored an anxiety over those he cared about dearly; the death of his wife not helping the matter.

The gentle tug of his sleeve alongside the sweet voice of his younger sister earned the nobleman's attention, his eyes flitted towards his younger sister. While his eyes remained locked on her, they softened and concern surfaced across his countenance. Protecting the people he cared about was proving to be an immensely difficult task. When Rosa suddenly shifted the blame onto herself, Emmet's yellow eyes widened as he watched his younger sister step forward. The attitude she possessed before disappeared, smoothly shifting to a more serious one as a polite apology was given. A warmth touched the nobleman's heart at the maturity his little sister appeared keen on displaying in the instance, although, he still felt the officer needed to be spoken to. While Rosa had provoked the stocky man, it still provided no excuse to shove somebody of her age towards the concrete; individuals who worked in justice were expected to keep their emotions under control.

The remark towards him being sensitive immediately held Emmet's attention, generating a faint embarrassment to Rosa informing an entire crowd. Did people gain the impression of sensitivity from meeting him? Thoughts were given, the older demon reflecting on those moments where Marina made him blush with a concerning ease; he was definitely sensitive towards flirting if anything. Mentally, the lieutenant did not want to admit to the possibility of nursing a delicate side considering the negative implications that people could gain as a result. The abrupt shift towards merriment when unnoticed until Rosa wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest. The display of affection returned Emmet back to the situation at hand which was locating Rosa's maids or personally escorting her home depending on the results of the search. When his younger sister admitted to being lost, the lieutenant was already prepared to seek out the pair of maids, but the mentioning of his lack of presence surprised him.

Guilt held Emmet still as his eyes remained fixated on Rosa, a wince entering his face. Work had resulted in neglecting his delightful little sister. While she continued on about her 16th birthday, the guilty emotions began growing, making his stomach churn. A week had passed where thorough interactions were lacking except for the brief exchange which was inescapable when sharing living space. There were several instances where the lieutenant had attempted to gain time away from work in order to provide some attention to his younger sister, but the attempts oftentimes failed. Being the commanding of a unit meant assuring jobs were accomplished and going through endless amounts of insufferable paperwork; he wished paperwork did not exist. At the mentioning of possibly not being around for Rosa's party, Emmet stiffened, his eyes locking on his sister.

"Rosa, I will be at your party," he began, a gentle smile touching his lips. "I wouldn't be a very good big brother if I missed my sister's birthday, now wouldn't I?"

There was hesitation as Emmet put thought into what else he could add as reassurance. Despite the loads of work, the nobleman had taken care to use his holidays to maintain the day off.

"You know what? I give you my word as a noble and your big brother that I will be there. Is that enough reassurance?"

There was determination that his voice held while he smoothly spoke each word since appearing at the party was a necessity; especially after an entire week without having a proper conversation. A placid smile remained across his lips while his eyes gradually returned to scrutinizing the crowd for his sister's maids. Despite the talk of birthday parties, he was still required to make certain his little sister got home carefully. One of his hands moved towards the radio around his belt, flicking it on in hopes of still being capable of monitoring the situation with the RCMP and TRS.

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

Lonesomeness was welcomed while Emmet isolated himself from the remainder of the group for a few moments. Losing Assembly members who worked as informants always remained infuriating considering the potential information they could provide in terms of interrogation. Records would require reviewing once everything was collected since the possibility of a medical history based could deliver a reasoning behind a feasible suicide in the situation; alongside notes of Assembly of Phantoms involvement. Naturally, this meant that numerous sheets of paperwork would pass through his office alongside the deputy of the scout's third unit. Both required the information, the machine of filing the TRS had dispersing the numerous papers among the necessary members of high rank. It flowed fluently, informing each of the divisions within a unit of the information deemed significant and continuing in a steady ease.

Instantly, the lieutenant's eyes flitted towards the driver who suddenly turned emotional, making it obvious the event effected their mental state. Police comforted until slowly escorting him towards their vehicle for further question once nerves were calmed. The situation was tense and sensitive despite the deceased now being hidden from the eyes of lingering individuals; the demon wished the transportation arrangements would arrive quickly. The efforts of the RCMP alongside the TRS members who arrived on scene were obvious, but difficult considering the immense citizen presence. Megaphone were equipped as the officers continued trying to force the crowd back. Everything appeared under control, a portion of the crowd slowly trickling away from the crime scene. With a gentle sigh, Emmet's eyes flitted away until hearing the speaker suddenly be turned on, a female voice booming into the megaphone. His yellow eyes lingered there, the lieutenant pushing away from the wall and approaching the scene again; the action should perhaps be reported to the commander of the RCMP efforts.

As thoughts were recollected and the lieutenant gradually returned to the scene, he failed to notice his little sister in the crowd. Mistakenly, Emmet had accidentally neglected the young girl because of the burden that work constantly provided, distracting him from family. The choice has remained unprovided, duty consuming a majority of his free time; the increased Assembly activity not assisting in the matter. There were consistent thoughts taken towards how exactly he would compensate for his absence around the house. A majority had been orbiting around assuring his presence at her 16th birthday, which was gradually transforming into a necessity the longer he was away. Brief words were exchanged between himself and another officer until suddenly his nickname endowed to him by his little sister was screamed into the air.

The concept of Rosalynn being near the crime scene was frightening, Emmet glancing back towards a burly officer escorting his younger sister away. In response, the nobleman flinched as he began pondering where her maids were; especially since Rosalynn being in the business district and near the mall probably meant shopping. Perhaps she had managed to escape their watching eyes? Or maybe they were neglecting her currently? Either thought concerned the older demon since he did not desire his younger sister witnessing these gruesome scenes merely to maintain close proximity to him or for curiosity. Initially, the lieutenant planned on allowing the man to pushing her away considering these sorts of scenes were dangerous and frightening to a young girl. Unfortunately, plans were changed when suddenly the burly man pushed his precious younger sister towards the unforgiving ground. Immediately, Emmet's eyes widened and before the officer could finish a summary for the megaphone incident alongside transportation arrangements, he was rushing over.

The notion of anybody being horrible enough to harm Rosalynn created a churning feeling in the lieutenant's stomach. Concern consumed his mind while he hastily enclosed the distance between himself, the stout officer and his younger sister.

"Rosa!" He shouted once he drew closer.

The officer was passed, the lieutenant offering his younger sister a hand in order to assist her back towards her feet. Despite his perturb towards Rosalynn being presence in the location of an abhorrent crime, there was no possibility he would simply allow somebody to bother his sister. Pushing the young teenage girl towards the ground was uncalled for considering she merely desired the attention of her older brother; who would definitely need to plan some relaxation time to spend with her.

"Are you okay, Rosa?" The question was softly spoken.

Emmet's countenance remained amiable while his spoke to his younger sister. Emotions of guilt were heavy as his thoughts trailed towards the realization of spending little time with Rosalynn. Despite the intense age gap, the male demon remained close to his younger sister who he felt an atmosphere of comfort with. There was always an essence of sweetness to Rosalynn that Emmet discovered and the burly man had the audacity to harm his precious little sister! After a few moments, the lieutenants eyes flitted towards the officer, obvious anger lighting across them. They narrowed into a glare, a look of disappointment being written across the older demon's face.

"Next time, I expect that you kindly escort onlookers away from the scene," he began. There was a coldness possessed in Emmet's voice, which was unusual for the benevolent lieutenant. "I can guarantee, witnesses and the TRS would be more inclined to work with your agency if you respect the citizens of these city. We are suppose to protect them, not shove them towards the ground."

There was mildly threatening tone within Emmet's words which was unintentional; mostly created considering the victim to this mistreatment was Rosalynn. Despite being the representative of the TRS, tones of authority were obvious in the older demon's tone as he continued giving the burly man a hard stare. The lieutenants eyes lingered there until slowly returning to Rosalynn, where they softened upon seeing his sister.

"Come, Rosa, I believe that I would serve a better escort, eh?" He began gently. "I would also appreciate knowing where exactly your maids are... Aren't they usually with you?"

After the sentences were spoken, the older demon beckoned for his younger sister to follow. While his significance as a TRS officer remained, Emmet knew that he possessed an importance as Rosalynn's older brother as well. As it currently stood, the umbra skinned man desired to assist his younger sister before returning to the scene, which meant discovering where her maids were.