The duck lightly touches down into the misty waters, it’s feet dampening before it engrosses in the pond.

Only a few feet away from the enchanting scene lay blood. Blood melting into the water along with the duck and staining the pond red. Unknown limps on shore, holding her bleeding side. A confident smirk is plastered on Unknown’s face, not drifting away even as the water turns a deeper red.

The knife is laying on the ground behind her, but it’s hard to tell who’s blood is actually on the sharp surface.

The duck is far gone by now, headed into the mist and fog, leaving every unholy thing behind.