The Blood flow, the blood drop. Slowly, staining the stone floor of a dark red. A mouth, plump lips stained red, stretch slowly into a sickly smile. A body falls. The hands of the predator are stained a dark and thick liquid ... This same liquid flowing slowly from his mouth.
Red eyes open, the black cloak that surrounds the frail body slams into the cold night. She gets up gracefully. The predator has finished her hunt. She left the cold house, and she sinks into the night, invisible in the shadows ... Shadows ... She is one. A shadow of a macabre life.
The ebony hair is agitated by a nonexistent breath. The wind was silent, the cold intensified. The body enters a dilapidated building. She climbs the floors quieter than her cape that whispers on the ground. She crosses an hallway and enters a small apartment, a little shabby.
In a corner of the room, a person looks at her pass. Hidden behind a couch, looking at her sister covered in blood and still a smile hanging on her lips ... This horrible smile ... Temari hates that smile. More than anything, she hates it.
The silhouette enters a room, plunged into complete darkness. She slowly takes off her cape, dropping it on the ground and enters into a large bed with silk sheets. In the night, in the darkness of the room, the eyes of the predator glow. Her head droops on the side, and the eyes become again a pearly white. The smile disappears, leaving a sleepy and peaceful face. A teenage girl with a sweet and serene face.
… A face inspiring innocence. A face still stained with blood.