““Arriving at Tristan’s, Scarlet parked her car in the shadows and sat for a moment, going over her options. She needed to get that arrow away from him and his suicidal stupidity. She could ring his doorbell, wake him up, and approach him maturely. Hey, Tristan. You know how you’re looking for a special weapon to kill yourself? Guess what? You already have it! So, if you don’t mind, I’m just going to take it off your hands. Yeah, no. She could try threatening him. Give me the arrow or I will climb onto your body and stay there until I die. Tempting, but not very mature. Or… She could sneak into his house and steal it. Journals. Weapons. She was on a stealing streak today.””
