As she hurried ran through the shadows, Scarlet couldn’t help but think, Here I am again. I like the thrill. Quickly, yet discreetly making her way back to her dorm, she wondered if she would ever stop. Sure, she was a help, and she was only taking from those who could afford to lose a few, few hundred that is, dollars.

“Scarlet? You said I let my sweater here?” asked Charlie.
Absent-mindedly, she answered, “Yeah, sure, it’s in the closet.” At first, she heard him rustling in the closet. Crap! I left the costume in there! Scarlet ran to the oher room. “I just-” she had to stop when she saw the look on his face. In his hands was the “Porcelain Clown” costume.

Before she could do anything, he grabbed her arms. “You? It’s you?!?” his eyes were angry. She looked into them, and the tears streamed down her face. He threw her to the bed. “You’re a criminal.” his voice was never more cold than it was then. “I’ve told you all my secrets! And this? Of all things, this? You disgust me.” She was alone to cry.