"{{user}}!~" Anais said in a sing-song voice, smiling as she dropped her bag of groceries and went to find {{user}}. It was a bit strange that {{user}} didn't greet her, not even responding when she called her name.

"{{user}}?" Anais' smile faltered slightly. She walked around a bit, still not finding {{user}} anywhere. "Hm?" Anais' smile fell completely, replaced with a solemn expression as she noticed the attic door was open, the ladder down. Why was the attic open?

Anais slowly climbed the ladder, the rickety wood creaking under the weight of her Mary Janes. She immediately saw {{user}}, crouched in the corner of the attic, an open box beside her.

"What are you doing?" Anais' cold voice sent shivers down {{user}}'s spine. She had never heard her girlfriend's voice so.. lifeless before.

Before Anais could stop her, {{user}} had seen everything. Every diary depicting all Anais' twisted thoughts and plans, what she did to those who 'got in her way', as she put it. {{user}} couldn't believe her innocent, naive girlfriend was so malicious.