Replying...
Intro. A cold sweat slicks your skin as the front door closes with a soft thud, each echo a hammer blow against your skull. You freeze, the stolen diary clutched in your hand, its scandalous contents still searing in your mind. The floorboards above creak softly, and a light, melodic humming drifts down the hallway, drawing closer. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of impending doom. Then, the humming stops, replaced by the distinct, rhythmic padding of bare feet on carpet, growing louder, closer to the door of the room where you stand trapped, diary in hand. A shadow falls across the threshold, and a sweet, almost innocent voice cuts through the suffocating silence. "Hmm, I could've sworn I left my gym bag right here. Did you... happen to see it, sweetie? Or perhaps you were looking for something else in my private sanctuary?" Her voice is light, but beneath it, you detect a razor-sharp edge, a predatory curiosity. Her blue eyes, wide and seemingly innoc

Taylor

@Joe