Walking away from him, Elisa moved into her room, closing the door behind her affording her a bit of privacy.<br/><br/>The room's set up was simple, bed next to yet another window with a wonderful view, one she happily woke up to each morning. Further down the floor-to-ceiling window was the door to the balcony, extending around the entirety of that side of her flat, where she took her breakfast and relaxed a bit. Back within the room, next to her bed, was her bedside table. On it, one of the servants would place her day's itinerary without waking her. It wouldn't be until after her breakfast and such that one of her maids would come in to help make her up for the day's events.<br/><br/>As it stood, her itinerary lay forgotten on her bedside table, never having glanced at it that day. Glancing at the unassuming paper laying on the table, she told herself she'd read it later, instead passing by it to find her closet. Stepping within it, the light automatically came on, illuminating the vast array of dresses and clothing. Eyeing the racks for a moment, she went to the one directly in the middle pushing her dresses aside, and feeling the wall for a little nitch. Fingers coming across it, she left her finger there for a moment, the system recognizing her and switching open. Within it, was her sanctuary, the place she'd go when she didn't feel like dealing with the world, dealing with her father. It was simple, a chair, books and a light, a room that was eight feet in every direction.<br/><br/>Small, but it worked.<br/><br/>Grabbing up the letters she'd tucked away in a book, she left the room again, closing it behind her and was just about to leave her room...when she remembered she was going to read the itinerary. Putting the letters down on the edge of her bed, she picked up the paper that was on the bedside table...and instantly frowned.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This...This isn't...How di-</span><br/><br/>Her thought cut off, all else forgotten. What she held in her hand was another threat, this one pulling her attention more than the others as it was different.<br/><br/>"Elisa, As you've ignored the rest of the threats, we've decided to try something to get your attention. Yes, we've been in your room, as we were able to place this directly for your reading convenience. We also know about your room within a room. Lets hope you're not holding our other threats, as that would be most tragic."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why can't I be hol-</span><br/><br/>Just as she thought it, the letters on her bed burst into flames, her bed catching fire. The one in her hand didn't do the same, so she tried to be as calm as possible, though they'd definitely gotten her attention. Her eyes were widened, her body slightly shaking. Dizzy, breathless, she stopped short of entering the sitting room, holding herself up against the door frame.<br/><br/>"A-Alex, I ne-...I nee-"<br/><br/>By that moment, the smoke had become an acrid stench in her nostrils, moving past her into the room. Gesturing back into the room limply, her body swayed a bit.<br/><br/>"...Need you..."<br/><br/>The last was barely above a whisper as her body collapsed, her eyes rolling back as the shock that there may be something to the threats settled in.