The room fills with a dark cloud of noxious fumes that fill every orifice and corner. You hear a disembodied voice speak, the echoes coming from various locations and none at all. [b]I feared you were too young to converse with. I will take my leave now so as to nurse my poor baby, Secret who you so violently tore a hole in. Don't bother feeling remorse, ...or the lack thereof. She will be fine. You though. You will feel the burn of my blade. Wether you see me or not. As I have said before. [i]I am a hunter. A master of tricks and traps. No method too low. No stakes too high. I enjoy the length of the hunt. Not the kill.[/i][/b] The room empties of the fumes. And the blood on the floor is mysteriously gone as well. You feel your stomach where Maya pin pricked you, expecting to feel the hole that was there but a moment ago. You feel nothing. You see no sign of it..