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     [THIRD PERSON'S P.OV.]

A clash of thunder...

A blood curling scream...

Footsteps quickly rushing nearby but they still seem so far away....

A whisper, a murmur...

"We must help her!" a voice desperately shouted over the raging raindrops.

"No! We must help Oyakata-sama....leave her here....she's just a spare anyway" another voice quickly interfered.

Footsteps fading away.....

No....

NO!

"Please someone....anyone...." a weak voice pleaded, their voice barely heard over the harsh sounds of the rain.

Blood was everywhere, staining the once pristine cobblestone grounds.

Did they leave?

But....what about her?

Why didn't they help her?

She could feel herself slowly fading away....

Silence....

And then....

Another pair of footsteps.....different than the previous ones....

"My....what do we have here?" *a cold voice spoke up, crouching beside the bloodied figure.

"You're a pretty one.....and you'll be useful as well..."

Silence...

And then...

Pain....

Agonizing pain....

....nothing....