... Go on. Laugh, be scared, tease, flee. I care not what you do, but I have no time for your propriety at this point.

[ The woman breathes this out, walking over the back of her bed. She plucks one of the sketches from the wall (one of Aligula) and examines it anew. It was her attempt to capture what the woman's one eye looked like. It ... it still doesn't look right. It's not sinister enough. ]