She opened her mouth to respond, but the Skeleton just kept talking. He liked to talk. Or maybe it was really just thinking out loud and she was merely a device to justify the conversation he was having with himself.

She shook her head and followed him back out, resigned to the fact that she was stuck with him. However, when he asked his next intrusive question, she sighed. It didn't take a genius to know that it was coming, but she had hoped that he had forgotten. But that would have been too easy.

"Like I told Anton," She replied quietly, "I have seen it hundreds of times." Not to mention she had done it hundreds of times. "It leaves no trace, no trauma, no symptoms. Just perfectly healthy people who drop dead for no reason." She hesitated, "Evandau, he just stopped living, stopped existing as if...as if his soul was just torn from his body..."

She trailed off, the darkness telling her to stop revealing her secrets lest she pay the consequences.