"So this is your house."
Trisha looked around before comfortably sitting on one of the couches.
"It's simpler than I'm imagining."
"What were you imagining in the first place?"
Teren asked from inside his room as he changed his clothes.
"I don't know... maybe something more bloody and gory?"
"That's dirty."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. That's why I'm wrong."
Trisha nodded and looked around more.
"You live alone?"
"I wouldn't allow you here if I'm not."
Teren came out in his school uniform which made Trisha ask.
"You're still going to school?"
"Why not?"
"..." Trisha looked away at first before she answered with a low voice, unbefitting of her character, "I just massacred a lot of families earlier... shouldn't schools be at least off due to that tragedy?"
"I forgot about that."
Teren stopped on his track. As he thinks about it, Trisha's right.
