“You and Darius have been against me and Tory since we stepped in the door. You meet up in secret and you talk about going on killing sprees like it’s completely normal. You chat with some stupidly hot model in a bar who is apparently in the know about your killing sprees and then you corner me in a women’s bathroom like a psycho. Then later that evening both you and Darius go conveniently missing just before Geraldine turns up almost dead in a strange attack. Oh, and who happens to be the first on the scene? You. Covered in blood and smelling like cinnamon.”
