บท 107: Waking Up

In the heart of the dense forest, a series of repetitive thuds reverberated through the air, each impact echoing with a sinister promise.

A woman stood amidst the foliage, her face twisted into a frightening grin. In each of her hands, she held the heads of two young girls.

Their once distinctive features now lost beneath a veil of unimaginable violence. Their pristine Snow White hair had been reduced to a ghastly tableau of crimson, their frail forms contorted beyond recognition, and their hands hanging limply at their sides.

As she abruptly halted her brutal display, she raised the two girls once more, her voice dripping with lunacy as she addressed them, "Hahah, how does it feel, huh? How does it feel to be useless? Do you really think you can stand in my way!?"

She received no response as she continued her sadistic monologue. With a final, brutal flourish, she slammed their ravaged bodies into the already battered tree.