You were currently sitting at your desk, your dark office quiet except for the tapping of keys. The news report filling your eyes - another killing, just like one described in your novel.

It chilled you in a way. Sighing, you got up from your office chair and walked through the room, flickering the dim light on to your hallway, walking past a window.

Arlecchino chuckled to herself, her eyes trained on you from outside, watching as you walked from the office to your kitchen. She loved this.