Art shut off her TV before it gave the number. She tired of hearing about this 'Crimson Killer' guy. He was just another freak that got off on spilled blood. The thought of blood all over made her want to puke. Just her thinking about about it made her uncomfortable. She squirmed in the dark as her mind ran through the uncleanliness of how it must be. She finally had to sit up. The images were getting to her and she was feeling like she was being watched again. She stood up and quickly made her way to the door. She quickly put on her black dress coat, black messenger boy cap, black scarf, and black shin high boots. Her skin and her face were barely visible under her layers. The only part of her body that stood out was he pale blue eyes. After she completed her layering ritual, she grabbed her umbrella and escaped outside. The rain was falling down hard now and Art felt better breathing in fresh air. She opened her umbrella and made her way off her steps and onto the sidewalks. A simple walk around the block would do her good, she decided, and made her way off in to the night.....