"My Luna! Help me!"
Snow ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The moon goddess had been so cruel to trap her in another nightmare. The halls were bloody and no matter how fast she moved, she always heard the terrifying footsteps of her Luna's murderer just an inch away from her.
Occasionally she looked back only to be met with darkness, but every new corner she turned, she would see his figure just a few feet away from her. Blood had stained her snow-like features, mixing with the tears that poured from her eyes and the mucus from her nose.
She did not want to die.
But all she could see was the bloodied axe, the strange mark on his exposed arm and the intensity of his gaze upon her that the cloak did so well to hide. It felt like a pair of demonic eyes were staring at you from the darkness but you could not see them.
