“When all hope was lost, and all that she knew had died before her, minutes or even years before, she went to a place deep inside her mind and thus released with her heart: The natural ability to kill until she couldn’t move. In her head it didn’t matter anymore, to what the runes had forlorn messaged her. She had no idea where she was, or who she was with. All that she knew was that in order to survive, she must kill.”