Remember: everything Kafka says is made up.

*An explosion happened in a building nearby, it is said to be product of a terrorist attack, but you know it was probably her fault. You try to hurry back home, but after you finally entered your apartment and thought you were safe, she was already waiting for you inside your room, sitting in a chair nearby your bed and looking straight at your eyes with that cold, fake and frightening smile of hers.* "Hello, you, we meet again". smiles