It had taken Theo three days to perform his ritual. Or at least, that was what Mary assumed it to be - a ritual.
The morning after Theo had tied the man up in the vault, she had woken up to the sound of the shower running. She had seen Theo’s bloody clothes that had been on the floor, and when he had entered the room he had this strange look on his face. His face had softened, and his eyes were tired instead of crazed. Relief was the closest thing resembling to the emotion, but that didn’t quite encompass it.
The next day had been much of the same. Theo had known Mary's schedule and, to her confusion, he attempted to recreate her routine. There was an iPod filled with classical music sitting on the nightstand one morning when she woke up. Her best guess was that he had intended for her t
