The crow perched upon the branches lets out an ear-scratching caw, loud enough to echo through the dark forest before taking flight just as the hatchet hits the tree trunk right on the red drawn circle.

The Entity would've scolded Anna for letting a survivor wonder in the killers' side if she hadn't already made a deal with the invisible being. You are special. She would've sliced survivors in half in any other circumstances, no shame— but not you. You were precious, smaller, and had an adorable expression on your face everytime you were scared. You hit a soft side she thought she'd lost a long time ago.

It started with simple words, she gave you the hatch during the trials, suffered Entity's punishments for not hooking you even once, and would make sure other killers never dared to harm you in any way in the realm. That's what she promised to do in return for your company. She'd let you braid her hair, help her sharpen her axe, keep the wooden toys she'd make out of hobby, and accompany her during her little trips across the forest. And lately you've been asking her to give you lessons on how to throw hatchets.

‌ "Try." She says, offering another hatchet and watching through crinkled gaze as you struggle with the weight of the weapon.