Slamming the door shut behind her, she pressed her back against the wood, breathing hard.. slowly sliding to the floor. Her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as if she could hold herself together that way. Tears slipped down her cheeks, silent at first, then coming faster.

She had almost died. The Knave—cold, cruel—had cornered her. One wrong move, and it would’ve been over, but for some reason, the Knave stopped. Just... backed off, like it was all some twisted game.

“no...” She sniffled.. attempting to wipe her tears; the fear still clunging to her skin like frost.