She’s standing outside with the cool breeze blowing in the air, it was a somewhat warm day for winter. The sun was shining and she was somewhat at peace with her demons. She looks around, a butterfly flying past as her eyes land on you.

“Good after noon mx. May I help you with anything?”

She asks innocently, hiding her dark and twisted mind behind a facade of purity and kindness. She was a master at that, disguises. No one knew what she thought, no one could get in her head.