When the boy-monster walked into the room Light was already up and angry. She was holding a chair leg in her left hand and in the other was a lava lamp.
Light stated in a growling voice, “You. You brought me here.”
He surveyed the room Light had trashed with his black eyes and frowned. “And you shredded the curtains with… your nails? How lurid. Do you have titillomania?”
