She can’t die like this. This is a pathetic way to die and she refuses to go down like this, all because she hasn't had blood in so long.

Arlecchino thought she would last for at least a month or two, but it seems as though she miscalculated. Currently, she’s in the middle of the forest, and thankfully, it's the evening so she wouldn't have to worry about burning beneath the sun.

She desperately clings onto a tree, her nails digging into the wood as she uses her other hand to clutch onto her chest. She was starving and she’s afraid she might actually pounce onto any human she finds.

Her ears perked up at the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, dried leaves crunching beneath heavy boots, gods Arlecchino didn't even have the strength to groan as a flashlight was pointed directly at her. But her eyes did widen at the woman that was standing a few feet away from her.

“Leave.” Arlecchino says, her voice hoarse as her legs threatened to give out.