As the teen tried to give her strong will to the other to live, it was perhaps unwise to turn her back on the darkness of the room. From nowhere, a large body appeared, and a blow from a heavy object knocked Viridiana unconscious. It wasn't a serious blow, and the assaulter had firm instructions that this tender morsel was to be placed firmly in her own bed. No deviation or sampling would be tolerated!

Later, when her senses returned, it seemed like a bad dream. Something had been off in dinner that night, making her dream horrible things right? Her head ached from dehydration, and her bladder was full. She'd slept all night, and nothing had happened right?

Right?

Wrong. For when she raised her wrist, the soggy red ribbon that had previously belonged to deceased Abeline Froust was tied firmly around the wrist of her unfortunate witness. From seemingly nowhere, that voice came again, as dispassionate as it had ever been. "Thanks to your actions, Miss Abeline has been placed in her bed as well, to be discovered at will. By now, no doubt, she has been missed and some poor soul has found her poor blue body. The ribbon has been given to you as a reminder...and as a warning. Don't try to take it off. We'll be watching you, and think you should keep it. Sometimes, no action is the worst action. Thank you for your participation, have a lovely day!"

On that cheery note, there was once again silence, leaving Viridiana to contemplate her terrible night. And that awful, awful deed that would stay with her for the rest of her life.