<div style="text-align: justify;">Once she had entered her room, Victoria simply shut down the outside world for a few moments. Out of all parts of the house, Victoria’s room was her sanctuary. In there, she had the large windows to the outside world that she could open for a moment and just watch the sleeping town. She had her old gramophone - it had been passed down from her great-grandfather - and her classical music, that she often listened to before bed. And of course, she had her bed, where she either slept or laid awake making plans for the next day. It was a safe space, the only one she had.<br/><br/>Well… it <span style="font-style: italic">was</span>. At least it had been until the moment when, Victoria being only in her underwear, her door burst open without warning. <br/><br/>Her first reaction was an ear-piercing scream that could be mistaken by a banshee’s - or a scream queen’s. Her scream hadn’t been an immediate reaction to Salvador, though. With the life they lived - filled with danger at every turn -, Victoria’s first thought had been that the house had been broken into and that she was about to suffer a terrible fate.<br/><br/>When she saw it was Salvador, Victoria froze in the middle of the movement she had already started for a knife she kept handy in case of need. “Salvador!”, she shrieked, between furious and embarrassed. She had never expected her partner to see her under the clothes - and especially not like this. <br/><br/>While he covered his eyes, Victoria moved quickly to throw on the first piece of clothing she found - a nightgown she usually left hanging on her bedpost in case she needed to leave the room for something in the middle of the night. <br/><br/>Once dressed, the young woman moved to ‘help’ her friend out of the room. Of course, her concept of helping him consisted in shoving him in the direction of the door and slapping wherever she could reach at the same time. “I will fuckin’... Ugh, I will kill you, Salvador, I swear! Creep!”, she shouted furiously at him.</div>