The boy she'd led down the maze of this place, the boy she'd rode the elevator with was gone, replaced by something dark and angry. She could practically feel the waves of dark rage flowing from him as he stared her down, a wide grin still spreading across his boyish features. He leaned a little further into her blade, drawing a thing stream of blood, flowing down his neck and sinking into his fine white dress shirt, staining it for good. He opened his mouth to speak, and in spite of everything she'd been through, everything she'd done for Mr. Bold (And that included quite a few bloody confrontations with potential rivals), she was scared. She hadn't felt this fear in many years...