The wind blew against her cold whitish-brown skin as the sky lit up and thunder boomed across the valley. The wind was so powerful that the tall detached bone that passed off as a tree down here shook with fury. She looked all around the soft, silky grass for what could be her only chance of survival. As a tall black figure approached her, she trembled before the figures feat as if it was the grim reaper. The tall and mighty but faceless figure raised it's sword with the blood of the girl's friends while the girl still looked around for the object. Right as the figure throws his sword down on the girls neck, we hear a clang of metal as everything goes black.