Not that he knew it but a turning point in his life had arrived. He was about to make a shocking discovery.The door was only slightly ajar when he wal...ed past it on the way to the toilet. He'd moved from the kitchen into the hall and climbed the stairs to the second floor of his grandmother's modest cottage -- a detached place with three-bedrooms, tastefully furnished (no chintz, and which had been modernised and renovated in the last decade. He supposed, distantly, that being the only. Probably busy trying to get into an inebriated coed's pants.Reaching the door, I took a deep breath, and stepped inside. I needed tosee if I could find my phone. Or Shelly. Preferably both. Without runninginto Mr. Asshole again."Oh my god, Charlie!" someone yelled over the thumping bass beat themoment I closed the door behind me.A second later, Shelly tackled me and nearly drove both of us through thewooden barrier."Where the hell have you been?" she asked, looking me over with aconcerned. "And you? An other?"Avatharel looked down. "No. I have ever had other matters of pressing moment - once I had some hopes, but I let her slip away." Go then, my friend, gather your company, and when the War College replaces your command, we shall close this gate. Though Feldare will sorely miss you, I must think deeply on this."Esfalan heard little of the day-to-day occurrences from the strong voice now; instead, there were moments of excitement. Avatharel's command took their cue on interaction. The picture of a dark, attractive woman was on the screen.“If you see her, do not approach her. Call the police and report her whereabouts. This woman kills for pleasure, do not be her next victim.”David laughed, he loved a good horror story and all this scaremongering over the last month had tickled him.He was an egomaniac and could not help but think to himself, I could change her. Anyway, how do they know it was all her?The answer was simple, they did. She sort of left a calling card. All.