The fierceness in Xiaoyu's eyes gradually dissipated as she let go of the candle stand. With a loud thud, the stand fell to the floor bouncing twice before rolling away to the corner of the room.
She shifted her gaze towards the palms of her hands that were soaked in blood. Her hands visibly trembled from all that stimulation as a tear dangled on the rim of her eye. The teardrop glistened from the sun rays permeating from the holes on the greased paper window that appeared to be made by fingers poking through.
As the tear came falling with a splat she crouched down and began searching the filthy man's corpse looking for the keys to unlock the chains. Her always neat hair was dishevelled with some frizzy strands hanging on her face partially obstructing her vision.
