The two girls were wandering through the dense, snowy forest, hunting for victims. ∆iden glanced down at Katie, a blank stare the other had grown used to on her face. The killer was just about to open her mouth to say something, until a small figure bolted infront of them. Katie instinctively bashed down with her road sign, screaming in surprise. The duo looked down to see Katie had knocked a white fox unconscious.

Katie gasped, not out of shock, but excited. She I immediately looked at her friend and spoke like a fangirl, which she was when it came to ∆iden.

K: Look, look! I hit something, I actually it something, ∆iden!

∆iden looked at her, giving a subtle nod of approval before speaking, her tone completely monotone, which matched her permanent soulless expression.

∆: We take this back to the cabin before it gets up.

Katie smiled brightly, mostly because ∆iden acknowledged what she did. The shorter girl watched as the Russian psychopath pulled out a rope from her coat and tied the fox’s legs while it was still unconscious. Whatever the two had planned, that poor fox wasn’t seeing the light of day again.