Hiding in the dark.
Fear.
Where should she go?
Lost.
Bare feet touching wet grass.
Cold.
Hiding in the dark.
Attentive.
Watching the young girl.
Duty.
Awaiting her surrender.
Patient.
She turns around, she sees him.
Dismay.
Her eyes wide open.
Confusion.
‘Time’s not over yet!’
Denial.
He takes her hand.
Frozen.
‘I am your friend, I wish you no harm.’
Truth.
‘You shall breathe your last.’
Soon.
She looks at him, agape.
Death.