Lawna returns to her penthouse apartment for the first time in months. Something about her has changed. Was it the way she moved? No. Her hair. It was shorter and more even then before but that wasn't it. The way she dressed? A lab coat and some gloves hardly changed a person, though the mask was a bit creepy. It was her eyes. 

Wide and full of brown they now longer sparkled. Thirsty for knowledge, longing for entertainment, eager to explore. Wandering aimlessly looking for some form of excitement, a new puzzle to solve.

No. Now her eyes were dull and flat. Glassy they could no longer see what was in front of them. Eyes that started way off towards a twisted goal of a lost soul. Stuck in a never ending nightmare.

She steps throw the doorway fallowed by three monsters of her making. Broken things stitched back together to meet her desires. Lumbering and speechless things with hallow eyes. Husks of what used to be men. Toys. Weapons. A means to a end. They live only to serve there mistress.