Re: 12th floor stairwell, 12:10am
Ah, stepmothers. They were so good for sending her young children. And then those young children couldn't perform the tasks she set them to, she killed them, and - No. No, that was wrong. She knew she didn't kill children. She didn't like them; they were whiny, annoying brats. But she didn't kill them.
"Come, we go back to my home," she suggested, lifting her mug of tea to her lips. "And we will talk there."