She sighs, leaning back a little in the chair, as though relaxing her body might actually relax her.

"It involved someone from the store, actually. Not Carinda-- one of the other employees, a man calling himself Sunlight." Easy, casual, just things that happened. She tries not to picture him. She manages, through long practice, not to shudder.

"He was trying to build a cult-- he was utterly delusional-- and he murdered several people who didn't turn out to be the cultists he wanted. They were made to look like accidents. Mostly teenagers-- I imagine they tried not to let it get much publicity, out of respect for the families."