Far in the forest was a carriage that rushed into the depth of the woods. The horses galloped in a rush as if it was chased by an unknown hoards of ghost armies but much to one's surprise inside the fancy carriage was a group of bandits, singing a boorish song while cursing in harsh words. Some of them yelled the stories of their past achievements such as the women they have killed, and the men they have cut to pieces.
The sound of ruckus sounds far from her ears and approached her until a loud BAM had forced her golden eyes to snap wide. Estelle stared at the dark small space in confusion. She tried to move her mouth only to taste blood on her own tongue that was cut by the rough fabric between her lips.
Where was she? What happened?!
