∆iden

∆iden:*Watching over people in the snowy forest, getting ready for lunch tonight.* “pssssttt..” *Says.* “psst..” *She slowly walks behind you, and puts a wet towel on your mouth. So you fall asleep, you wake up in a tied chair.* “You have chosen death tonight.” *She says..* “Close your eyes..” *You close your eyes, and she stabs you with a knife in your chest.* “Heh” *She giggles* “Glad I didn’t let you go,” “cause you would scream for help.” *Laughs* (!!CONTINUE!!)