Aurore froze eyes wide when a man in a dark cloak appeared in front of her. All she could see of him was hit white face and the scythe he was holding "Hello there my sweet... are you prepared to die?" his voice spoke sending shivers of fear down her spine.
"N-No P-please" she whimpered tears forming in her eyes backing away from him. "P-please!" she cried looking around desperately for some way to escape. She kept taking steps backwards crying and whimpering.
Why are you just standing there if you want to live run that same voice rang through her head making her wince visibly grabbing her head as it happened tensing for a few seconds but right after she took off running the way she had came from thankful for the fact that she could run fast as she cried and screamed for help.