The Mask and Ms Lily Gray

Two rooms to the left was the places where a bitter woman of 27 lived. 5 years ago, she was happily married and on her honeymoon when an accident happened that destroyed her life.

It left her a widow and disfigured her face so much that it was left in a perpetual sneer, but a rather well off widow neverless. Everyone living on the floor knew her in one form or another - either they would have heard her angry screechings, or been on the business end of one of her evil stares of hatred.

As Janus stood in front of the door holding the little Darkling, he grinned and thought about the wonderful gift he was about to give her. Of course, repaying him with her body was only natural, in his own twisted logic.

He let the little Darkling down on the floor and whispered, "Now, go in and do your stuff. Afterwards, open the door for me, ok?"

The Darkling quivered in his hand before making a movement that seems similar to nodding, then squeezed itself under the door. Janus stood in front of the door with an insane grin, but kept from laughing out loud as his creations did the job they were created for.