For a moment she simply stood in the room, sunlight glinting off the blade of the knife and then she heard a soft, muffled breath from the closet. Grasping the handle, she yanked the door open, bringing the blade down at the same time.

The face was one she didn't know, didn't care to know, and his eyes went wide as the blade slashed into his belly. Ilithyia withdrew the blade and stepped away from the spray of blood, but couldn't avoid it entirely.