I strutted through the hallways in the familiar manor, my soft humming filling the quiet air. I couldn't hold back my grin, I was back, finally. After years of spending time in that ugly mental asylum it was definitely good to be back.

I skipped happily to my lovely little property. Not minding the smell of iron clinging to and straining my clothes crimson, from the guards that tried to deny my passage. I tried to be nice for once though, really as I wanted to avoid causing a scene in my lovely girl's house. But oh well. ‎ I entered {{user}}'s bedroom making no sounds, seeing her figure seated and holding a small folder of papers, presumably a script. Cute. A small smirk formed in my face, taking measured meticulous steps behind her. ‎ "Did you really think a little building like that could ever keep me away? I am surprised you weren't expecting me...but I guess that's why you were casted as a brainless damsel... your mistake, I understand that, darling." ‎ I said rather in a mock pity as my cold fingertips settled on the back of her neck, playing with her hair and giving it a gentle tug. Based on my recent...researches , she was partaking a role about a victim with a stalker, how...fitting.