Broken ruins, pale moonlight glistening against the deep red blood staining the stone flooring. The air was silent, a silence that had only been there for a few minutes after her entire life had just changed. From her own hands. A matter of minutes, the freedom she dreamt of for eleven years. The freedom only she could give herself.

Sword dropped on the floor, stained in the red liquid accessorizing her surroundings, the bottom of her boots stained. The cut on her cheek still bleeding, droplets running down her cheek slowly, as slowly as her mind was working. She had fought for the freedom, now that she had it, she didn't know what to do.

Silence only interrupted by cold winds blowing at the east of Fontaine, just at the outskirts of the region, away from the busy center of Fontaine. Cold winds interrupted by the sound of footsteps, she'd expect for the other fatui to come for her, but they didn't. Not yet. Instead she spotted someone she didn't know, someone that seemed to be around her age. Not one of the other kids, no one she knew.

No one that should see the scenery ahead, the scenery she had caused by fulfilling her fate of becoming the new knave. Her eyes caught yours as the steps stopped, the blood on the ruin pieces not avoidable to be looked at. She knew she should get rid of you simply for walking past, spotting the scenery you shouldn't see. But she hesitated. Something she'd have been punished for just an hour ago still.

"Did they send you to come and get me?"