As I stepped outside with my friends, the scene before us was one I couldn't explain. Blood stained the ground in the open field, and two maids lay there, lifeless, soaked in their own blood. Fear gripped the air, and nobody dared to approach. Everyone I asked seemed unable to explain what had happened. Panic ruled the moment, and confusion spread like wildfire among the maids who had gathered.
Then, out of nowhere, I saw some elders, Ma'am Elena, and the chief maidservant walking swiftly toward us. Their faces were filled with fear and worry. They hurried over to the girls lying on the ground, inspecting their bodies closely, though they didn't seem sure about what they were seeing. I found myself unconsciously walking toward them, my mind clouded with thoughts and dread.
