<div style="text-align: justify;">Holding the doorknob as she was, Marissa could feel the vibration from the music on her fingertips. Or the beating of her own heart, she was still unsure. Whatever it was, it made her a little uncomfortable. Her thoughts made her extremely uncomfortable and scared. Someone knew of her secret. <span style="font-style: italic">How?</span><br/><br/>After some conscious effort, the girl finally managed to yank her hand away from the doorknob and turn around. Her eyes were still wide in fear, but the girl had regained at least a little bit of self-control. Hearing Nanook panting also made Marissa a little nervous. It was as though something within her - some sort of instinctive intuition - recognized the presence of the predator near her. <br/><br/>When he finally spoke, Marissa felt her skin crawl. She wasn’t really sure what exact emotion was causing this reaction, but it was there. Her eyes moved up to meet Nanook’s, and she felt her heart race again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A beast?</span> What did he mean by that? Mari didn’t know, but of one thing she was sure - he wasn’t joking. And he didn’t seem to be crazy either. But then again, who was she to say anything about crazy? The Queen of the Crazies herself. After a long moment of silence, Marissa finally found her voice, albeit in a tense whisper. “What… what do you mean?”, she asked, keeping her gaze locked with Nanook’s.</div>