The squeaking of the lever was definitely enough to break Ilyssa’s slumber. While not thinking much of it at first, her curiosity is piqued upon noticing the bloody footprints on the floor. Pushing herself off the bed, she followed the noise to the bathroom door, just in time to witness the water becoming tainted with blood. The sight doesn’t seem to unnerve her, nor does the childish giggle, though she does seem to become more alert.
 “Who are you? And if I may ask, what are you doing here?”

[@Prima Luce]