"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands..."

CLAP! CLAP!

"If you're happy and you know it, and you really wanna show it--if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands..."

CLAP! CLAP!

"If you're happy and you know it, go to sleep... If you're happy and you know it, go to sleep..."

Nico just stares at the radio. Every time he turns it off, it turns back on once he leaves the room. A monster, is his first thought, but he can hardly believe that a reckless being is behind this.

Maybe it's broken...?

Nico takes a deep breath, sensing everythinf around him. Someone's here.

Out of intuition, he walks to his shattered--now boarded--window, and touches the cardboard.

Suddenly, all the lights turn off. As he feels the cardboard on his fingertips, a wet fluid becomes stimuli to his nerves. He can't see exactly what it is, but once he quickly rips his hand away and turns to the doorway, he doesn't care.

A girl, covered in blood, stares at him. Once again, shw claims to be his sister.

As she stares with angry eyes, and without her mouth opening, she whispers, "Nico..."

She then points at the young adult, "All your fault..."

Nico can't move, other than his fingers opening and closing against his silver dagger. He doubts it'll do much good in this scenario.

Bianca takes three staggering steps towards Nico, still pointing and staring, and starts screaming as if she's being tortured. Like when she died.

Nico can't take it. He's confused by whaty's happening and overwhelmed by the course of events. He runs through the second door of the room-- to his left--and bolts out of his house. He can only think curses as he wonders if he's being followed.