Lypsie Lee went to her room, tearing it apart. She was being forced to do this, that's what she convinced herself. If she was being tricked—betrayed—she'd fight back with a big bang. She remembered fondly about how her father, Adam Lee, would poison his enemies with a cup of tea. Harmless tea.

It was a wonderful memory. Adam wasn't Lyspie's father's real name even; it was Atlas. He'd tell all his children about why he changed it. Mainly because he had joined the mafia gang, but also because 'Atlas' also means 'atlas' as in maps. He wanted to travel the world, but he couldn't because of his kids.

Lypsie remembered her eldest sister, Maia, telling her a story about how their father used datura wrightii. Maia also liked to tease Lypsie, asking if she knew what people liked to also call the toxic flower.

"Sacred datura, devil's trumpets, thorn-apples, and moonflowers," she'd reply every time. Because she was so fascinated by her father's work. Of course, Maia was slightly concerned how obsessed she was with the plant, but she waved it away.

Ever since Dad went to prison, Lypsie carried sacred datura everywhere with her. She even packed it with her to Omfori, bypassing airport security. There were still mafia ex-gangsters everywhere, so they turned a blind eye to Lyspie's questionable act.

She finally found it in a Ziploc bag, and she smiled. Her head pounded because of all the wine she consumed, but her acts were clear as day.

Lypsie went back to the kitchen where Odetta and Penny were. She wondered if they drunkenly made out or not before she came down the stairs. "Hey, Penelope," Lypsie called out. "It's not fair you didn't get the truth or dare."

Penny sighed. "Fine, loser. I choose the truth."

"Do you have trouble sleeping?" she asked innocently. Odetta didn't know of Lypsie's obsession with sacred datura, but she was wary. Penny nodded slowly, puzzled. "Oh, in that case, let me make you some sleepy tea."

Penny barked in laughter. "Are you going to put in sleeping pills?"

"I know about Hespa Aigle," Lypsie said as Penny froze. "Take the tea, it'll make all the lying voices go away. I bet Alexis Kathan doesn't know about Hespa at all, but I can tell her. I'll even make it."

"Whatever."

Odetta sent a pleading look to Lyspie, which she ignored. "I'll prepare the tea."

Penny went up to bed, bringing the teacup with her. Once Lyspie heard the SLAM of her door, Odetta and her went upstairs. Odetta tried to speak up. "I'm sorry, Lypsie. I w-was drunk and..."

"Of course," she hissed back. "Blame the drunkenness."

Lypsie slammed the door in her face. She slid down the door, sighing. That felt good. Once she heard the click of Odetta's door, she slipped out of her room with a plastic bag. She went to Penelope Goode's bedroom, opening the door silently.

Penny was already suffering the effects of the sacred datura. Her pupils were wide and dilated as she gasped for air. Penny looked crazed as Lypsie approached the bed. "NO, GO AWAY, I CAN'T BREATHE—"

Lypsie's hand clamped over Penny's mouth. She tried to scream, but it took all the energy out of her. Penny's head lopped as Lypsie violently forced the plastic bag over her head, tightening it as Penny struggled.

Penny sank into the bed, suffocating. Lypsie just sat at the hem of the bed, crossing her arms as she watched Penelope Goode die. The plastic bag was mostly clear, so Lypsie could see Penny try over and over again. It filled her bones with thrill and enjoyment. She sang lightly, loving to sing. It was one of the few ways Calypso Lee could get her dad's attention.

The body went still, stiffening. Lypsie striped off the plastic bag, smiling slyly when she saw Penny's ghastly expression. She looked at the teacup on Penny's desk. Should I throw it away? Lypsie pondered in her head. No, let it be a gift for Dad's credit. For his inspiration.

She locked Penny's door inside out, a trick she learned from the mafia. Lypsie hummed as she went downstairs, passing by a sleeping Tellie Hollows.

She went to the foyer, putting on her shoes. She heard of killers, like Joel Rifkin or Charles Albright, who kept prizes. Well, a simple plastic bag could be her prize.

She couldn't hide it in her bedroom, it was too plain and boring. She remembered an old church on Omfori. She went up the stairs, seeing the blue doors. Lypsie went inside, seeing it emptied out. It was far too dark to see the interior left. She left the plastic bag there, dropping it on the cold floor.

Lypsie Lee went back to the House of Riches shortly after.

She killed someone without remorse.

She didn't even cry, she smiled instead.

She didn't feel bad.

She didn't feel anything at all, in fact.

She just knew that she was truly now Calypso, a goddess—and she'd get what she wanted. Because she always did, no matter how evil or vile it took to get there. She stepped into the foyer, embracing it all. All too willingly.