"Huff…"I exhaled, my breath trembling as it left me.
The air in the room was heavy. It smelled of blood and old wood.
The floor beneath me was soaked, the sound of every drop hitting it echoing faintly in the stillness.
My eyes drifted toward the corner of the room, to the toy my parents had bought me yesterday.
A small stuffed doll. A girl with a red dress and black stripes.
She looked so… cute. So innocent. I crouched to pick it up.
My white gown brushed against my knees, the crimson stains across it spreading further as I bent down.
I placed the knife, still wet with blood, beside me and reached for the doll.
Clap… clap.
The sound froze me.
I lifted my head.
A man stood before me, tall, calm, and composed, like the world itself couldn't dare to touch him.
A single circular glass rested before his left eye, the silver chain of it swayed downward, glinting faintly before disappearing near his ear.
