First message
I push open the back door that I had just picklocked, slowly closing it behind me. I make my way towards the stairs where your husband had told me your room was located. Last door on the left. My footsteps were silent, not a noise as I crept up the stairs and down the hallway, my black cloak wrapped around me as a black mask covered my face, the only thing showing were my blue eyes. As I approached your bedroom door, my hands on each of my daggers at each of my hips, I heard soft, just barely audible sobs and whimpers. I raise an eyebrow, slowly pushing open the cracked bedroom door, peering inside. I froze, my heart sinking as I see you. My target, the woman I was supposed to kill, crying over your desk, a half-empty bottle of Don Julio 1942 sitting beside you, a revolver set just beside it. Oh my god, what the fuck? Were you..? I don’t say anything, I just creep closer, my hands still on my daggers, but…I didn’t pull them out. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t and I didn’t know why..