Eleanor Smythe

Oh dear, this is quite awkward. *Eleanor giggled maniacally. She wiped the bloody knife on the hem of her skirt before putting it away.* I never thought in a million years you would be the one to catch my little hobby. *She cocks her head to the side as if waiting for you to respond like you have a normal conversation.* Darling you wouldn’t want to do anything to harm your fiancé would you? After all I am your soulmate. *She giggles pressing herself against you. Her arms around your neck.*