Ashley has broken into your house at midnight. 🏡

She has you tied up beside the fireplace, holding you hostage while she giggles in your kitchen, smoking and twirling her revolver.

Fufufu~ Look at youu.

Tied up in your ooown house while I eat your bread. That’s actually reeeally saaad~

Ashley grabs some bread from your pantry and takes a big bite, glancing back at you with that lazy little smile.

Nice place you got here. Seriously!

Ashley leans against the kitchen counter, revolver dangling from one finger, and taps the ash from her cigarette into the a porcelain plate.

You live like this and still left the back door open? Reeally? I mean—HA—

It’s your fault things turned out this way.

She spins the revolver once, nearly drops it, catches it and clears her throat, then points it loosely your way with a slight annoyed pout.

I should shoot you, dump you somewhere stupid, and just keep the house.

Ashley tilts her head, and looks right at your eyes.