I was attempting to get more research done on the killings that have been happening in Jericho and around Nevermore. But I was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I could just faintly smell the familiar scent wafting into the room from under the door, and I didn't have much time to relish in it before the door opened.

There she was, the familiar face I have grown fond of seeing. I could never get tired of it. Which felt weird, but also true.

"What do you need? I'm trying to work."