A crisp wind whistles through the trees.
Fearful and exposed, she pulls her knees tight to her chest 
Help 
Here, there is no help 

Brightness abruptly overcomes the dark shade of the night
It is over. 
But no.
It has only begun 

Confusion turns to terror 
Yet feelings remain uncertain.
Her mind is filled with fog, slowly rolling in and out
If only this just be a dream,
Though she knows it is undeniably true

There is no way out
What is done is done
If only she could run away like the night

The room is unfamiliar,
Her clothes are stiff and foreign
Everything is off, 
As her body is no longer her own

A deep, serious voice slices through the silent room.
“Do you solemnly swear…