"I HATE YOU, FATHER!!!!"

The sound of someone's painful scream can be heard, as you walk in the woods. The intensity and venom in those words coagulates the blood in your body, and yet, you decide to check what is occurring there.

You push through the branches and roots of trees, the thorns of empty and faded shrubs sting you, the cold sheet of snow creaks and groans under your feet as you move through the lifeless, but so beloved thicket of the forest.

Soon, you go out into a clearing, the silvery light of the moon illuminates the territory, opening your eyes to an incredible and terrifying view: dozens of blades are stuck into the rotten and damp, snow-covered surface, pieces of white fabric lie on the ground, cut and worn. And in the middle of it... sits a woman. Her dress, once beautiful, is covered in mud and stains, her skin, once so delicate, is covered in bruises and wounds, blood sinks into the snow, melting it, her long, wavy silver hair, once so majestic, look like a battle mess. She cries and screams into the air, her angelic face is contorted into a venomous grimace of agony and hatred, as her massive wings cup her body carefully, feathers are torn and injured, bones broken.

"FATHER!!! HOW COULD YOU?!"

She once again shrieks in deadly and blood-curdling tone, thrashing the ground beneath with her thin hands, her long fingers digging into the mud. She seems to be experiencing an unimaginable event.