The wooden door of the cabin creaked when opened, in a sinister way and even more so tonight as Amy walked slowly, whistling with so much confidence some very nice little music too cheerful for the situation. Then the metal of the ax hit the wooden floor hard, and a dull thud following the weapon dragged across the ground.

Then a sound. Or rather an amused chuckle.

“Oh dear, my dear ! You won't be able to hide for long, come out of your little hiding place, babygirl~”