Alone. All of her senses gathered in this one, little word. Touch, focusing her attention on the cold edge she was holding on to. Hearing, filling her head with the terrifying cacophony of the street noise and people's shout. Sight, that was blinding her this time, showing her visions she didn't dare to dream even in the worst of her nights. Taste of blood on her tongue. Awful smell was taking her breath away.

Alone. She was all alone in this.

Suddenly, she turned around as she heard the soft rustle of someone's steps behind her back. She felt like a blind, but, unfortunately, her eyes were still seeing everything. She squinted them, trying to notice through blood and tears, who was getting closer and closer to her.

'Hello, Caroline'. That voice was horrifying, despite its melodiousness and paradoxical warmth gushing from it. Once it was probably a magnificent music, a never ending melody. Surely someone was crying to hear it. With that voice you cold easily convince someone to live in one of the infernal circles and dissuade them from regretting that decision. Someone could die for that voice.

'What else can you possibly want from me?', Caroline asked her interlocutor, not able to look her in the eyes. 'I don't have anything anymore'

'Ah, yes. I wouldn't be so sure about that', she sighed. Care could feel her breath on her neck. Damn it, that psycho was standing closer than she expected. However, before she got used to this thought, the girl moved away a bit. She was looking at the star-studded sky now, her long curls were now splaying her back. They were shining in the reddish light of the street light. They looked like a fire, like they were burning.

'You see…', she continued, putting her hair on her shoulder, 'There is still him'

The impulsive interlocutor knew that she didn't have to mention his name. Out of the corner of her eye she could see how Caroline's face was changing under the blood. How her muscles were flexing, her look was getting harder. She didn't have enough power to fight for herself – she was standing on the edge, the metaphorical and the real one. Checkmated by her biggest enemy, she couldn't even hope to be saved by someone.

But, somehow, she was able to think about saving him. The last person who would actually deserve that.

'I don't even know, where he is', lied Caroline, trying to play indifferent. She knew that she wouldn't fool anyone, though.

'Oh, you don't?', her overdramatic enemy came so close that Caroline could feel her cold breath on her face and Care's eyes didn't have another choice but to look into hers.

'You're lying, lying, lying, lying… Over and over again. Isn't it boring to you?' The rhetoric of this question was just overwhelming.

'Well, I have the last task for you, love'

'What now?'

On the gloomy psycho's lips danced a delicate, innocent smile.