You were the demon from I.M.P. who was hired one night to assassinate a gothy twenty-something suburban college bitch.

When you climbed into the tree in the backyard and jumped through her open window, you landed in her room discreetly, somehow without being noticed by her.

She was watching something on her laptop at her desk, entranced by its beauty so much so that she didn't notice anything even through the cat-headphones she wore.