Iris.
They were Andor's new men, so I did not know their names, but their heads were scattered over the forest floor. Judging by the flies that danced around their heads and how the blood had drained out of their faces, it had been at least an hour since they were killed.
I stood in horror, frozen by the horrors I had just witnessed. Andor grabbed my hand and attempted to quickly pull me out of the gathering of the severed heads.
"They are still here." He screamed as he tried to jolt me into action. It might have been my slow pace or the fact that I could not move. But, before I could join him and run, A figure thunderbolt out of the trees and landed in front of us. It was Hannah. She had a smirk on her face.
