Alright let me get this straight ma’am

You were sitting in your rocking chair, facing the fire.

A guard was stationed in the room outside, at the head of the stairs.

You had a birdcage on a desk in the hall, trained to call when it spots intruders.

All the lights were on.

And you’re telling me you think someone snuck in, stole your jeweled mask, picked your pocket while you were sitting, and jumped out the window onto the wooden beams below?

No, I am writing this all down. (He’s writing down “Moira Asylum”)

Girl with needs and fears