[ WP ] Someone breaks into your house and says , `` You 're my favorite character in the book ! I ca n't let it end the way it did . I 'm going to help you . ''

*Knock knock*. 
 
 Who the Hell knocks at someone's door at 2:30 AM? 
 
 *Knock knock knock*. 
 
 I sighed and walked to my door. I would normally never open it so late, but there was n't really much to lose in the event that it was a knife wielding maniac. 
 
 *Knock knock knock* 
 
 `` Yeah, yeah, I'm coming...'' I muttered. Checking through the peephole, I saw a young woman in tattered jeans and a t-shirt. The shirt was all black with the words,'Who Saves the Saviors?'. Odd, I was thinking that exact thing not three months ago. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. 
 
 `` Hi.'' The woman said. She had long blond hair and a model's body, but had no make-up on and was wearing New Balance running shoes. Most women who looked like her would n't dress so... *efficiently*. 
 
 `` Uh,'' I scratched my unkempt beard, `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` You're Orpheus.'' It was more a statement than a question. 
 
 `` I am. And you are...'' I trailed off, but she did n't answer it. 
 
 `` Can I come in?'' She asked with a wide grin on her face. You'd think she just met Santa Claus. 
 
 `` Why not? Why *the Hell* not.'' 
 
 She smiled even wider and brushed past me, walking straight up the stairs. 
 
 `` Wait, not there!'' I yelled at her, but she just kept going. She moved effortlessly up them, avoiding all the creaky spots, like she's been in here before. Puffing out a small breath of air, I followed her up, just in time to see her open the door to my room. 
 
 `` So,'' she said, `` this is where it happened.'' 
 
 She was looking at the noose I tied up to the support beam as she walked over to the chair. I stared wordlessly at her. She knew what was happening here. 
 
 `` Who are you?'' I asked. 
 
 `` A fan.'' 
 
 `` A fan? No one even knows who *I am*, let alone *appreciates* who I am.'' 
 
 `` I know who you are Orpheus, the man in the shadows.'' She used the nickname my old partner used. As far as I knew, no one else knew that name. It died with him. 
 
 `` How?'' I stood in the doorway, between her and outside my room. Adding some menace to my voice, I said, `` you better give me answers now.'' 
 
 She laughed. She *freaking laughed*. 
 
 `` I know you would n't hurt me. You just pretend to so you get answers. I read your book.'' 
 
 `` My book?'' I asked her stupidly. 
 
 `` Yeah,'' she said as she pulled a thick book out of her bag. *Unsung Hero*, by Arthur Kent. The cover was a picture of me pulling a body out of a blazing building. I remember that night, so far as I knew there was n't anyone there to have taken the picture. `` See.'' 
 
 `` I have a book.'' I said. 
 
 `` Yeah, that's how I knew about your... activities tonight. It ends with you, my favorite character,'' she smiled again when she said that, `` killing yourself here. The main character finds your body tomorrow morning.'' 
 
 `` I'm not the main character?'' I ask. 
 
 `` No.'' She says. 
 
 `` Figures.''
