I watch them, oblivious little worker bees. They think they're safe. They're not even paying attention to their surroundings. I wonder if they noticed the symbology. They're all too easy. No challenge. Their deaths will be meaningless, such youth wasted. It's a shame, but no, I have to remember the bees are bringing me my queen. She knew. She noticed the symbology. So bright, so beautiful and soon she will be mine. The boy, her protector, might be a problem. I grin to myself, wide and happy. I love a challenge. I watch my queen as she works, playing Taylor Swift's Lover album on her phone as she cleans up the old cabin. She loves her worker bees. It's okay, though, she doesn't know any better. She doesn't know that she's a queen, but she'll learn. I'll show her where she belongs. I smile, a plan quickly forming in my mind. I walk away quietly, blending into the darkness like I was never there.