Frozen.
You were too late.
Breathless. You stand in front of the body of a young girl, whoβs life was taken by the Shtriga, who had lured her outside just before the hunt took place. You and Dean had been hunting for a week trying to kill it. You were looking in the forest behind a suburban community, where children had been disappearing. This case had a bit more purpose, the two of you having a soft spot for cases that involved kids. It added a better sense of purpose, knowing you were saving kids to help them, but ease the worried caregivers in the area.
Unfortunately, thereβs not always a happy ending.
While the shtriga was dead, the girl who had gone missing, whose screams were heard through the dense forestry, was gone. She lay lifeless. You interviewed the parents of the girl, and they had been so worried about the recent disappearances of the other children. You swore to them that you would put an end to this mess. You had gotten the call today, frantically from the girlβs parents, saying that she didnβt come home from school. You swore to them that you would find her and bring her back. The poor girl, reminded you so much of yourself when you had briefly met her during the interview with her parents. So young, but such a happy spirit. Fearless, and a little feisty when you briefly talked to her. Her parents had so much love for her in the anxiety that poured from them during the interview.
As you register what was in front of you, a hoarse cry sounds. It took a moment to realize that, it was you who made the sound. Dean, who was already coming behind you, hears the pain erupt from you, pulling you in to him, as you try to break free.
βWe killed the shtriga, we gotta go-β His own voice shakes, not used to seeing you this emotionally devastated from a hunt.
Your legs start to crumble beneath you, the weight of the situation almost tethering you in place.
β{{user}},β Dean urges, pulling you up. βIβm sorry, Iβm sorry-β