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From the darkness she appeared without warning, her feet shuffling along the floor with all the poise and grace and speed of an undead person reanimated for some purpose or other. Sara Kimoto looked ever much like a zombie as she slowly walked out from the comfort and security of her work room. Her eyes appeared to be glazed over and her mouth was open at the corner, though mercifully no drool had managed to drip forth. How long had she been in there? There wasn't a clock and she didn't really look at her phone for the purposes of time just in case it was more than she figured; most days she knew it was night only because the faint spots of sunlight beneath the closed curtains eventually disappeared. 

A tactical error was made in Sara's daily routine. It was rare to see her leave the room so shortly after entering but she had left a vital part of the process behind. Sitting on the kitchen table, right where a plate of egg had sat, was a canned beverage that was by now past the chilled state and more into the undrinkable room temperature status. Sara noted the lack of drink when she made to grab at it and only came back with air; she would've gone and gotten it earlier but she couldn't simply [i]pause[/i]. That defeated the whole purpose. She had to finish it through even if it meant shambling out well before normal hours. 

It wasn't as if anyone would be there to comment on it. 

Sara stopped when she felt the crisp warmth of the outside air wafting in. Slowly her head turned towards the door, spotting the person in a much too fancy suit as well as two beings that Sara most certainly did not recognize. The people in her Circle hadn't looked like that apart from the one time one of them did a rather terrible cosplay...but besides that none of them knew where Sara lived. So it couldn't have been her Circle friends. Nor was it co-workers since no one at the magazine ever wore a suit. She didn't interact with the neighbors much but she would've remembered if her neighbor consisted of a being that seemed to be blue haired creature from some sort of...well...some other plane of being. The other woman seemed a bit more...[i]regular[/i] but Sara still couldn't say she recognized her. 

There was really only one possible explanation for this, and when the realization set in Sara's eyes opened wide - almost in a mixture of confusion and, strangely, excitement. 

[color=00FFFF]"Are you here to rob me?"[/color] Sara asked in her light, airy tone of voice. Her knees started to shake gently and her body trembling as well. Fear, it seemed, had gripped her. [color=00FFFF]"Well...I don't have much but...just to be sure I don't run away to the police...shouldn't you tie me up nice and tight...with plenty of rope... and tell me not to move!"[/color] Her tone took on a giddy sort of glee complete with smile as she spoke about the mere idea of being robbed and tied down. 

So maybe it wasn't fear that she was feeling in the moment.[/center]

[sub][@Archmage MC][@KawaiiKyouko][/sub]