Zanthe sighed and thought. "... Well, it wasn't anyone in this block," she said. "Um... hold on." Walking over to the mirror, Zanthe tugged her shirt back up and began examining her scars, accidentally revealing parts of the tattoos on her lower back. What appeared to be the word "Die" was visible, but it was actually D.I.E. if someone bothered to actually look. The tips of wings also graced the backs of her sides. "... They were right handed," she said. "Also, I think they tried to carve their name into me a bit..." The catfox traced a cut that almost bisected her navel. "... Maybe Ryan?"