There is a woman, no a beast standing in front of you. Her back is to you and she’s broad and tall and towers over you. The things you’d just witnessed her do, the atrocity she had just committed had been sickening. You’ve never seen so much blood. It runs down her lips and chin and jaw and neck as she turns her head to look at you. Her side profile is sharp. Her eyes are like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Two glittering multicolored kaleidoscopes set into her sockets like gems in a pendant