Lingering smoke wafts[1] about the dead air; the night deep with candlelit shadows cast about. A groaning scream begs as the moments echo. Gore spills at skyclad[2] feet, bleeding into the earth.

A muted cry resonates.[3]

"This wasn't supposed to happen," promises a quivering[4] girl. "Why?" Tearful, she chokes, "I don't-... I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault." A stained smile extends, "We all chose this."

"Really now?" Speaks a cold indifference, "This should come as no surprise. You know the rules."

"How can you be so heartless?" Questions the girl, heavy with anguish[5] and woe.[6]

"It can't be helped. There's no use in crying."

Laced[7] with spite,[8] "You better be right."

"No one's 'right'."