[Livia]

When I was a student sharing a flat, I came home really late one night and in the dark, I could just make out someone sleeping on the sofa. So instead of turning on the light and risk waking them up, I went straight to bed. When I got up the next morning I found my flatmate’s body on the sofa; her throat had been cut and written on the wall in her blood were the words “aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

That’s true, that is… it’s true.