RIP Sarah Hedberg aka "S-Cat"

My anonymous source, for the sake of the story we'll call them Griff Woodyard, called me with urgent tones echoing through Griff's hollow, uncircumsiced voice. My target was exiting the party, like chinese food through my system. When the word hit me I scurried over on my chinese bound feet to my targets house. I waited outside my eyessquinting, like normal, to adjust to the darkness that enveloped me. I snuck a peak from my cover and I caught her parents eyeing me like I eye some fresh chicken fried rice. But they wouldn't tell. Once my target arrived home I stepped out of my cover and soaked her in soy sauce. Domi Origato Mr. Roboto.