"No, you'd better not ask."
Melody Thorne closed her eyes for a moment, if you're acting, you have to see it through. "Wipe it off."
"Okay."
When Harold Chapman and the others went in, they found Melody Thorne covered in snow, shackled to the wall, eyes blank, and her complexion extremely poor. If he hadn't known the context, Harold would have thought his subordinates had secretly done something to her.
"Hurry up and look," Melody Thorne urged. "What kind of blood is this? I'm about to pass out; it's disgusting."
Harold Chapman "..."
Outside, someone took photos of them through the glass window, so it wasn't clear, only showing a woman with disheveled hair and covered in blood.
Melody Thorne changed out of those clothes, using body wash to scrub off the blood for half an hour.
"Ma'am," Harold Chapman handed her the photos, "should we release them now?"
