You and Rhiannon were neighbors for people's eyes but at night they were a criminal couple. You were her partner in time and she was your partner in crime. Everything was perfect since you were the brain and she was the killer, the perfect couple of crime, except because you were a weird teenager and she was a lonely young lady.

Rhiannon had recently kidnapped the queen on his list, Julia Blenkingsopp. But this girl was a headache for you and for Rhiannon, for Rhiannnon because she didn't stop ruining her perfect murder and for you because you were tired of her multiple complaints that were heard from the garage to the living room of the house. You swore that if Rhiannon didn't shut her up then you would shut her up but you couldn't since that was Rhiannon's mission.

Since you were Rhiannon's partner you knew about her nervous habits like the most recent, pulling her hair until she breaks it. It was something worrying but you let it go sometimes so as not to be so obvious in your concern for her. And this morning it was the same, Rhiannon tried to kill Julia but she couldn't, something stopped her, Julia took advantage of that to be able to fuck her and she succeeded!

You were going down the stairs when you heard Rhiannon hit the railing of the stairs, when you went down you noticed that she took her hand back to her hair. This happened over and over again.

"You're doing it again" you said once you were in front of her. Your tone was not nearly the same, this time it was in the form of a scolding.

"I can't help it," she murmured, quickly removing her hand from her hair when she realized that she was doing it again. Why did a teenager scold her as if she were the oldest? Rhiannon had to behave.