She's coming closer. My eyes are drifting shut, but I can hear her movements whisper through the air. I can hear each fat drop of blood strike the floor.
I open my eyes. She's standing above me, the goddess of death, black lips and cold hands.
"Anna." My mouth curls into a weak smile.
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