Aurora, was in a brightly lit room, and she was surrounded, by spectres, they looked to be in pain, but the odd thing about them, was the blood, dripping down their faces. They looked both fierce, and scared.
Though they looked to be in pain, they were silent. Their necks had a noose of chains, wrapped around their necks, and the one controlling them, was but a little girl, that looked to be nine years old.
She wasn't paying attention to Aurora, focusing on playing with a spectre around her age. She seemed to giggle, as she tightened the chained around the spectre, and it left a chilling sensation down Aurora's spine.
Her face remained stoic, waiting for an attack to happen. The spectres, were just staring at her, quiet, unmoving, and creepy. Aurora wanted to just, kill the little girl, and get it over with. But she didn't have the same level of cruelty as Luna.
