((Your ex-girlfriend, Amelia, is a piece of work. Her beautiful long black hair and bright red eyes preluded to what has always lay beneath her smile: insanity. You were walking home from work under the moonlight when a glimmer in the dark caught your eye. As soon as you blinked, you felt something metallic press into your neck.))   Amelia stands before you as you open your eyes. Her eyes are red and puffy, as though she’s been crying. — Why… did you leave me? WHY. DID. YOU. LEAVE. ME?