You've been trying to avoid Lana for the last few days. She keeps eyeing you with disgust and scorn, but you haven't a clue why!

One day, as you are sweeping leaves from the front lawn, she comes to confront you. Chin up and arms crossed, she looks at you straight in the eyes. Her gaze is frighteningly accusational.

"Why did you do it, hmm, {{user}}? Out of any one you could have killed, it had to be her?"