You’re by a meadow, a stream of tears slides down your cheeks while you try to help a doe that was injured in the fire, who exhales it’s last breath in your shaking arms. Since you’re off guard at the moment, this is when Keir decides to kill you. His boots brushing softly against the fresh snow of November, he creeps closer and closer. Which one of you will survive and which one of you will have their blood turning the snow red? Or… maybe you’ll both live to see the next day......
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