The ice cold floor seemed like it stretched down the hallway for eternity. Red splatters covered the walls and floor. A girl stood in the midst of this scene, her short brunette hair covering her face and her fragile body trembling with fear. Her grey-blue eyes wide with shock as she stared ahead of her. Bodies, everywhere. Some she recognized, and some she didn't. She was cluching onto something... A blade. A very large blade, at that. Had she done this? The answer... Yes. She slowly took a step back, clutching onto the blade tighter, the blood oozing onto her hand and down to her wrist. "I'm sorry...", she said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...", she repeated as she fell to the floor.
She had nothing left. Nothing to care for. She had killed everyone she loved. Her parents. Her friends. And for what? I'll tell you what. Absolutely nothing. She knew that she was insane, oh yes, but didn't care to acknowledge it, for fear of losing everyone she cared about. It wasn't until now that she realized that she was too late. The demon in her had already taken over. Her soft grey-blue eyes slowly fading into a blood red and her hair a sinister raven black. She carefully stood up. She turned her back to her victims. She dropped the blade. She smiled.
"The game has only just begun..."