Turning to her bed, Jade felt like she stepped into a nightmare. It was her. One of the two Cats that'd killed her friends. The one that held her as she stood, naked and scared, as she watched her friends die one by one. She could still hear her whispering in her ear about how she was next, how nothing could save her, how no one would ever find who killed her...

"Oh.... oh god no..." Jade whispered, frozen with fear. "Well, if it isn't the famous survivor," the Cat taunted, "you remember me, dontcha? I remember you...."