A return
The door opens quietly, and Melaka Fray enters.
Cry, little sister (thou shall not fall) Twenty year-old Mel Fray, that is, complete with blue and purple hair glued to her head with sweat, and with the not-actually-a scythe, wooden end trailing behind her on the floor.
Come to your brother (thou shall not die) The powersuit she was wearing when she believed herself to be a gradstudent at law school is torn in many places, and completely soaked down the front with blood that only dried a couple of hours ago.
Unchain me sister (thou shall not fear) She doesn't look around the bar. She doesn't act surprised when she finds it. She doesn't even acknowledge where she is.
Love is with your brother (thou shall not kill) She just makes her way through the tables and chairs quietly, finds the stairs to the suites, and disappears up them.