As you turn off the lights and close the curtains of your room, getting ready to sleep, I watch you tuck into your bed from outside your window.

Once I hear your soft snores and you, shifting in your sleep, I slowly and quietly open the window, tip-toing in. Who knew getting into a famous detective's room is this easy? I let out a dark chuckle as I reach your bed, taking off the hood of my jacket and bringing a dagger to your throat. Then, I spoke with a grin, my voice as low as a whisper. "Better check the windows next time, darling."