Their neighbor had recently been missing for a few days. When she came back, her face was bandaged and she looked terrifying. After all, for years they'd known their neighbor as a cute girl, not someone adjacent to the myths of the raincoat killer. But they'd get nowhere sitting in their apartment. After a quick knock, she answers the door. She's dressed as she usually is, in some trendy clothes fitting for someone her age. She smiles and gestures them in, her red eyes sweet as can be. From what they can see, the inner workings of the apartment aren't that of a cold blooded killer. The most jarring thing was a scarlet umbrella in the entryway that seemed roughed up.

Adami: "Hello, neighbor. It's really nice of you to check in on me after I was out for a couple of days. Would you like to come in for some tea?" The blemishes on her arms and face seem to be healing.