BING! BING! BING!

Then, immediately, her shackles and her binds unlocked. Marco found herself free from the chains. She took off the muzzle and felt her way around the area. Marco still had no shoes, so she had to be careful not to step on the nail.

Marco looked out the broken-out window to see the sun setting fast. She only saw cornfields for miles and miles twice as tall as she was.

“For fuck sake!” Marco said out loud.

There was no getting around to it; Marco had to leave the house and enter the field. She opened the door and immediately ran off the porch and into the field. The wind was picking up, and the cornfield was wrestling about, creating an unsettling ambiance.

But there was no way around it. She had to go into the field if she ever wanted to save her best friend and her baby.

As she walked forward, she snagged on the tripwire. It triggered the well-placed bells and chimes that alerted the wolves in the area.

The fear finally took hold of Marco as she ran into the field. With little to no direction on where she was going, she was running blindly. All she had to do was keep going straight, she thought. And it worked for a while. But it's not like she had any options to begin with.

If she heard something coming from her left, and she dodged right. It was a good strategy, but she still garnered much attention, as if she needed to try. It has been a few days since she hasn't had anything to eat or drink. It felt like she was running on empty, for something was compelling her to even run in the first place.

Her legs felt heavy, and her lungs screamed as she ran; it felt like hours. Unfortunately, it was pitch black all the time. And there were times she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. That was until she found the cornfields becoming less and less dense as she found a way out, only to find herself in a vast countryside filled with trees and broken-down farm equipment that had been used for decades.

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If only she had a flashlight so she could rummage through the parts. Marco wanted to get something strong so she could defend herself. Then she heard a loud squeal from far away. It wasn't a pig or a hog. It felt like something bigger, probably even more demonic.

But Marco had to get going, even though she felt dazed and confused. Even though she wanted to give up, she was compelled to win this twisted game. However, her body betrayed her as it became harder for her to stand. Marco felt hot and sweating out of her clothes.

The moon was the only light source illuminating this dark area as if the heavens were giving her a break. She spat on the idea. Always have to run from town to town. Always kept to herself so no one would know who and what she was. Always keeping herself at arm's length so she would never have to love anyone, only hurt them. She had learned to run and be afraid of who she was.

Realizing her defeat, she took solace in a nearby tree and rested. It didn't matter if some unholy creatures disappeared and tore her apart. At least she would be free, she thought. Hearing the same demonic squeal but closer, she tried to get up and run but couldn't. She hyperventilated and cried while crouching under the tree.

“Lydia, I’m sorry... Please forgive me...” Marco pleaded, closing her eyes tightly, preparing to die.

As she could hear the demonic beast roar and charge toward her in the darkness, she could hear footsteps wrap aside her, charging at the Beast. There is a struggle as the Beast is fighting someone in the darkness. She can even hear the demonic Beast cry out in pain while hearing the hard-packing sounds of stabbing.

Marco didn't know what was happening, but the demonic Beast's cries stopped completely. Breathing heavily, she sat up and opened her eyes. Then she saw three women in the moonlight, only wearing black tunics. The three were tall and well-built, but one had fair skin while the others had dark skin. Then, the three paid their attention to frightened Marco.

With high regality, the three slowly walk towards Marco, who is petrified to run away.

Marco even felt tears running down her face, "spare me! I didn't mean to tread on your land...! I didn't mean to do any harm or--"

Then, the girl with this fair skin knelt before her. Marco could see her world-green eyes sparkle in the moonlight. She can even see her face as if it were an expression of sadness. Out of character with her vicious nature, the fair-skinned girl gently wiped Marco's tears away. She was pretty, had to be young, probably in her 20s. She had long white hair with a heart-shaped face.