<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Pfft. 'We're Incubi". Pfft. 'We're stuck in your house'. Psht. 'There is a magical barrier around your house'. What kind of excuse was that? She knew that some criminals came up with some pretty... interesting excuses as to why they did what they did, but this was nothing short of desperate. It was completely pathetic, and frankly she wasn't sure if she was getting frustrated or just feeling sorry for them. They must be completely delusional to even be pretending to believe any of that bullshit was true. And Casey thought she was done with psychos who believed demons and magic. <br/><br/>Casey was halfway through the lobby when her shoulders relaxed. She couldn't hear them coming after her, so she was doing pretty well. Just a few more steps and she was done with it all. Just a hand reach away from freedom. But as her hand gripped the cold knob, her muscles tensed and froze. Never did she suspect that she would be terrified of hearing her own name, but she was. She never once mentioned her name to these men. How did they know her name was Casey? Why did they know her name? Her heart continued to skip steps however as they delved further. Little rubber rooms? Okay, maybe she mumbled it out loud and didn't realize it. She talks to herself  sometimes, it was plausible. That had to be it. They couldn't really read her mind, that was impossible. <br/><br/>But Casey hadn't even thought of her own name upon meeting these men.<br/><br/>Her feminine hands clenched the doorknob as if it would be the end of her. However, anger rose slowly within her at every thought of the strangers, and she ferociously peeled her hand away from the handle. Hands sprinting to her face and her palms pressing into her eyes, her mouth gawked open and a wrathful scream let loose into the air. Her false nails dug into her skin on her forehead before he hands shifted to grip her curly, auburn hair. Her scream didn't stop as she raised a foot behind her and swung it into the hard wood of the door with an impressive thud. As she ran out of breath, the scream quickly turned into an annoyed moan and she kicked the door again. And again and again. Her tantrum didn't end there, even as the men apologized for having 'read her mind'. She threw her hands down in clenched fists and she screamed again until she hit an octave in which she wasn't aware she could hit until just then. Her feet stomped on the floor and audibly she breathed through her nose, it whistling somewhat as well.</span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">It seemed like the wanted to intrude on her in every way they could. They broke into her house first, and now it seemed that they had broken into her mind with these stupid mind games of theirs. There had to be a perfectly logical explanation as to how they know her name. Perfectly logical. Like they were stalkers. That would explain why they would come specifically to her house. But stalkers wouldn't injure themselves and act like they came out of the looney bin, would they? Maybe her name was on something. <br/><br/>The realization struck her like a flash of lightning. She froze in her current action, which was running her hands through her hair, her dark eyes widening. Yes, her name was on something. Whipping around as if to catch her missing shadow, Casey turned to the boxes she had left piled in the lobby, kneeling and lifting the tabs of the boxes, searching for a scribble of her name in sharpie or pen anywhere. But there was none of such, which only made her more angry. <br/><br/>While they were talking about being butlers and paying off some mysterious debt, the young woman cut them off with another scream," Shut up!" Her finger pointed and curled just enough to look as if she were going to gauge someone's eye out. "Shut up all of you or I will-" Her lips curled into her mouth and instinctively her fingers curled along with her index finger. She was so frustrated she couldn't even think about what she was going to do. If she could do anything at all. Casey groaned again,"Just shut up. " Her glare rivaled that of a dog's snarl, and she looked at each one of them, lips scrunched up and brows low and creased. " How did you know my name?" They went on to talk about educating her in their ways, or something of the like. Something she was completely uninterested in. "I said how did you know my name?" She hissed. <br/><br/>Yet again, she was ignored. And better yet, her question was replaced by one of the most idiotic ideas she had ever heard. She didn't even believe they had powers and it sounded stupid. She would guess that his hamster is a little on the dead side.The entire room roared with an authoritative 'No', but Casey was still uninterested. She had a question, and she wanted it answered. "How did you know my name?!" She screamed at them, taking a step away from the one who had stepped in between her and the rest of the group. "I don't give a damn about what any of you say until you give me an answer." She hissed through her teeth. <br/><br/>She let the silence ring out for a few second, taking in a second glance at each stranger. " How did you know my name?"</span></span></span></td></tr></table>