❝ my mind is a dark place where even shadows fear to tread. ❞ i can't even remember how long this place had been my home. the days all just seemed to blur together, and before i knew it, the fellow women that worked alongside me had become my new family. i'd hear hushed whispers about "the vanilla unicorn dancer" outside the walls. i had grown used to hearing such things, but what i hadn't grown used to, was the amount of crime continually hidden from the public eye. but the most significant change was the vanilla unicorn falling into new management; that of a murderous sociopath whose eyes, and hands, often had a way of wandering more than necessary.