Rose felt a hand brush the side of her neck, causing her to jerk awake. She opened her eyes very slowly, feeling the hand linger. She shifted lightly, turning and looking up into the face of the troll. The troll reminded her of someone that she had once killed, a long time ago.
"Hello," Porrim whispered, looking down into Rose's face before looking away from her. "You may not remember me, but we used to date a couple of months ago. Of course, you knew someone that was close to me. I have been watching you Rose Lalonde. You probably have not noticed me at all, which I am fine with. But I have noticed you. And I have missed you."
"Porrim," Rose said, sitting up fully, the sheets on the bed sliding down and pooling at her waist. "It has been a while. Why are you here?" She asked politely.
"To kill you." Porrim said, pulling out something that seemed innocent enough. "I would not want to do this normally, but I do not have a choice. My hand has been forced in the matter. Be a good woman Rose and die easily."
"I don't want to die." Rose whispered, looking up at Porrim before looking away quickly.
Porrim leaned down, kissing Rose before swiftly stabbing her in the back, holding her as if she were merely putting her to sleep. She stood after a while, removing the knife and rearranging Rose to look as if she were merely sleeping before leaving, hands trembling. "I am sorry." She mumbled to herself.