Deep in the darkest part of night, when Kitty may have found herself drifting off to a natural--sweetly natural--sleep again... there was the faintest click.

The door was locked.

A bit of a metallic scraping, scratching sound, from the top corner of the room. Like something being moved a little, then turned off.

The security camera shut down.

Was she imagining things? Was this a dream? Like a phantom, the silhouette of someone familiar stepped out of the shadows towards the foot of her bed. What little moonlight trying to filter through the curtains illuminated just enough of the figure.

The blood red ruby on his forehead.

"Someone's been a bad Kitty..."