[Audio to start. Why? Because Jilly has just woken up up from her coma, and no one needs to see her in a hospital bed, sans red lipstick.]

I was going to ask why I'm waking up in the hospital.

But I think I'll ask about this instead.

[She turns on the camera, which is pointed at her legs beneath the blanket. Or at least what should be two legs ( Read more... )

[Jilly is clutching a heeled shoe that has obviously been used to stab something or many somethings - the entire heel is soaked in blood and gore. She's got a black eye, a bite mark on her cheek, and various blood spatters on her dress. It's impossible to tell where she is; everything around her is dark, save for what can be illuminated by the ( Read more... )