The basement door shut. Chances were that Raina wouldn't have noticed it open in the first place. No lights were on up stairs, so she couldn't have seen it. But she'd definitely have to have heard the door shut, quietly though, as if someone were sneaking in.

Drake sneaked stealthily down the stairs, each step creaking as he did. He heard nothing, assuming Raina was still asleep. Knowing the basement well, he approached the couch where he had laid her to rest. The sound of knives rubbing together, echoed through the basement, coming from the place where Drake stood, followed by the sound of him setting something on the table.

There was silence for some time, while Drake realized that Raina wasn't on the couch anymore. He didn't know her name, so he didn't know what to call out. That she was silent now, made him wonder, what she was up to. She'd better not be sneaking around too much....

If Raina felt her way around the basement, she might come to a workbench against a wall. If she tried to feel her way past it, she would most certainly find her fingers rubbing against what would feel like noses, mouths, eyes; entire faces, laying perfectly still....