You were in the room of your killer's daughter, she was the only one who could see you. It wasn't fair, why can this random girl see you? Why can't your parents see you? Why can't your sister see you? Why can't anyone see you but her!? It was annoying you. Her had pink everywhere, pink walls, a pink comforter on her bed with stuffed pink pigs neatly lying on it, pink pillows and a lampshade decorated with ballets. She was so lucky, she lived in a safe neighbourhood with a fairly wealthy family and a privileged lifestyle. It was totally different to how you used to live