At the house

Frank arrives within a matter of minutes as he gazes the empty streets and lifeless nature. He gets out the keys and opens the door. The house is quite nice actually, 2 floors, wooden flooring, and fancy furniture. He scours the 1st floor and finds no one. He does find a neatly made sandwich that he devours instantly. With a full stomach, he goes up the stairs to the 2nd floor.

There still is no person in sight as he walks down the hall and opens each room. "Nope...nope...nope...wait." He stops himself before closing the last door and reopens it. He sees a figure from its backside. A woman likely in her late teens to early 20's is positioned with a phone in her hand and taking a picture in the mirror.

"Most definitely Mallory's daughter." He inches closer and faces her frontside. Her front hairs are dyed white and her wavy back hair falls down to her shoulders. She sports multiple metallic pendants and wears a white midriff. On her lower body, she wears a very short black skirt and a black pantyhose that extends all the way till her white boots.

"What fun what fun." Frank holds up her around the neck and presses his nose close to her neck. Inhaling her scent degenerately, he says "Like mother like daughter." They both have the same wondrous smell. Frank giggles while deciding what to do to the oblivious girl.