Not every late night visit from Ms. Lutrova was made in person. Hours after the concert, she toyed with her victim through an opened dream portal. Tonight"s game started off as a reassurance that all was well; just a simple conversation between voices carried across the dark of night.
“Awe… I"m sorry I didn"t look at you. Yes, you are right. I was preoccupied with the students.”
“And I wished I knew your first name so that I could call out to you.”
“My first name? Oh, you only know me as Ms. Lutrova? Well now you can call me by my first name.”
Jim informed her that he had yet to learn her first name. “I still don"t know your name.”
“Ah, but I would feel so special if you called me by my first name.”
“But I don"t know it.”
“It would make me feel so special if you would say my name. P
