Harsh light flickering in my eyes; I can see everything in the room only by the hazy green-tinged glow from this dank lamp. Pale. Rotten. The moulded emerald shining from the lamp is a reflection of this rotting room: the ominous cracks weaving their way through the foundations, the lone fly buzzing casually in through the gaping cavity that once existed as a window to the outside world, and most of all, the two rather unpleasant gentleman towering before me – all of these things echoed in the dank, green rays. “I’m going to ask you one more time, Mr… Davinchi, and be advised, if you persist in this stubbornness, my associate will be forced to make your current situation far more… uncomfortable.” I glimpse a flash of teeth in the distance, as his associate smirks, and I prepare for my situation to become uncomfortable.

The light fades.

A comforting shower of sunlight smiles down into my open-top, and I revel in the warmth, the brilliance, the anticipation. I slam on the brakes, and glide silently into the drive – piece of shit door is jammed, so I take the scenic route over the windshield and hop gracefully down to a gravel path. My dark leather coat dances against the vinyl-red of the vehicle, and I take a deep gulp of that delicious, spring air – I feel my grip loosening around the handle as my body relaxes. It’s a wonderful feeling – not having a care in the world, no care for anything or anybody – just strolling merrily up this foreign, winding path; up, up, up the twisting gravel snake-trail until I find myself at a vivid, vinyl-red door. I glance back at the vehicle. I chuckle quietly to myself. I smash the door down with a swift, hard kick.

It’s a nice place. As I pirouette into the hall I take in all my new surroundings – intricate flowery patterns on the snowy white wallpaper, I can almost smell them they look so beautiful. Or maybe that’s just the adrenaline, the rush – the anticipation tastes so good right about now, my senses don’t even think straight. Practically dancing down this cosy corridor, I hear the sweetest kind of music: “Uh, hello – is there anybody there?” Perfect. I tremble with glee just as the dainty voice trembles with fear, and I raise the pistol to watch the pretty sunbeams dance with me off of the polished, chrome finish. With a sharp silence I reply to the quivering voice – I know she is watching me from the next room, just as she knows the answer to her own question, and my heart races as I feel her notice my toy.