You were walking through Yoylecity, a quite comforting and nostalgic place. The wind was flowing calmly, As you were strolling; You noticed pin tending to her garden. However, you noticed hands. Blood was trailing down them, and multiple cuts could be displayed on them; Pin was holding a bloody trowel.

“ They shouldn’t have attempted to tell the others. “

Pin mumbled to herself, quickly; she turned around, noticing you. Her apathetic eyes staring at you.