Horror
This isn't happening. This can't be real.
Taylor can't make herself move or speak. She's just staring up at the most terrifying creature she's ever seen in her life - and that's when she sees the knives in his belt.
She's going to die.
"Yo, Raph, what ya doin', bro? What's..." It's another one - smaller, with an orange mask. On seeing Taylor, he stops and looks confused. "Uh...Raph? What's going on?"
"I went to April's and I thought, I..." The larger monster gestures towards her. He makes as if to step towards her, and finally she finds her voice.
"No!" she screams, backing away. She doesn't want him touching her. She doesn't want him near her.
"Whoa."
April's nearly tripped on something. She switches on the light and looks down.
Taylor's bag is lying on the floor, the contents scattered all over the floor.
Immediately, April's suspicions wake up. Taylor would never leave her bag on the floor like this - not ever. She's not that careless; in fact, she's not careless, full stop.
It actually feels a bit cold. April goes over to the window, which is open just a chink and shuts it.
Wait.
The window was open.
She looks down at all the things on the floor - phone, purse, lip gloss, hairbrush, mirror - and knows something is terribly, terribly wrong.