Nazia watched the mansion on flames from the vast distance.

Behind, Annabelle drove away with the money she's been given, finally reassured that no one will ever know about her faked doctorate, or her lies.

They fell for it, Nazia mused.

One had tried to escape. She always took Leo for an airhead with a big ego, but this time he'd proven to be smart enough to realise something was off, too bad it wasn't enough to save him.

She greeted him near the highway, stopping him the middle of the road. Without hesitation, he slipped out of the car and begun hurling abuse at her. She simply waited until he was close enough, before stabbing his body with the knife she prepared. Leo bled to death.

Nazia then ever so carefully took his body back to the mansion, hung it on the living room of the living room, without making a single noise.

She poured oil over the downstairs landing, and once Annabelle arrived with a recording of their confession,  she set it fire.

Now she watched her work.

What had been her home since birth, was burning to dust, along with her former friends and trinkets of memories she no longer wanted to remember.

Nazia had finally gotten rid of her monsters.