The door squeaked open. A woman sat hunched in a corner. Papers fluttered down from a nearby shelf as the distraught figure suddenly straightened and stood. "You - you're here for my studies?" The retired teacher failed to adjust glasses that weren't there. "Has the lord sent you?"

The officer exhaled. "No, ma'am, I'm only here to make a delivery of your medications. Where are the old bottles? You know we have to collect them for-"

Miss Breely sharply turned. "Th-the walls...he covered the walls in writings...prophecies...the one who knows all! the mighty blackbird, lord of all ends, she speaks to me! I hear her through his words...Ronald, what a boy you've become, what a glorious man! oh, the prophets sang of your arrival, king of all kings, lord of all! You've grown so well, you serve what you devote yourself to and nothing less, oh, Ronald, to have him...to have him as my student! He was the one! He chose me to be the next after that pathetic descendant failed. oh, Ronald, your writings, your poetry, they taught what I could never fathom! I did what you said, I wrote the symbol on my body, I am part of the lord now!"

The officer sighed yet again, sadly this time. She stepped out of the deranged teacher's room. Pulling out her walkie-talkie, she pushed an order of buttons she never wished to press.

"Ace of Spades? Is this Detective Sara Parrin? Yeah, this is officer Kayla Lee. We lost her."