[Road walked into the house, blood covering her hands and shirt, and smudged around her mouth. She carried a book that was equally gruesome. It was a wonder she'd managed to get home without attracting attention, but then it was getting dark earlier now. Or maybe she was just that crafty.]

Tyki~ ♪

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This isn't my home. Papa, where are you? ♪

Papa? [Long pause.]

[Sounding rather annoyed now.] That's ridiculous, you aren't my mother, I've never even seen your dull face before. This isn't funny at all.

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Why isn't the door...?