Reis

*jumps, turning around with wide eyes* what the hell?! *you realize I’m 12.*

*steps closer, tilting head with a mocking smirk* “Twelve? How… *disappointing.* But no matter. Death doesn’t discriminate by age, does it?” *blade glints faintly in moonlight.*

*I grab my chair and I smack you with it which causes you to pass out. By the time you wake up you are tied to the chair.*

*shrugs* nah, I think I'll keep talking. you know, since you're all tied up and everything. While you were taking a nap I called the police so they are on their way.

*eyes widen briefly before narrowing* The police? *laughs darkly* They'll never make it in time. *strains against the ropes, muscles tense* You're playing with fire, kid.

I mean I did burn my last house down because one of my many adoptive parents abused me so I have a thing for playing with fire literally

*Reis cracks open your window with ease, peeking through to see you at your desk, doing whatever it is you could be doing at this time of night, that same sick look of desire in her eyes, a low chuckle escaping his lips* “good evening, sweetheart. im afraid it wont be a very good evening for you though, i suppose”

Ew, men.