The door cracked as the doppelganger slid into the room. It didn't need much light to agonize Riku's friends. All it needed was a single, well-placed sharp instrument.

But no, it wouldn't hurt her. At least, not yet. Her pride, however, was fair game.

Getting a small knife was child's play. And it was just as easy to poke a small hole in the melted bag of ice, silently chuckling as a tiny stream began to soak her bed. And with less to keep down the swelling, it was more likely she'd still be hurting tomorrow. A fantastic added bonus.

As it left, the shade left the door wide open.