The air was quiet aside from the soft, chilling humming that rang out through the bloody remnants of the village. Anna had just finished her slaughter, pulling the axe out of the lifeless body of a man with a sickening squelch. “свинья.” she muttered under her breath, turning her attention back to the now empty houses. Her dress and furs were soaked with blood, dripping as she advanced towards the doorway. She wanted something to bring back to her cabin; a trophy from her hunt.