She sat in the darkness of the old willow tree. Tears and blood ran from her face and arms. The bodies of her family were scattered along the scenery. Bright beams of color shone upon their stone-like faces as the sun descended into the darkness of the village below. She looked upon the crimson lines running across her skin. They reminded her of her mothers' last words to her. As she lay dieing from the blade protruding through her back her mother had screamed into the dusk for her daughter to end her life. She buried her face into her hands and rocked in the branches until she passed out from exhaustion.
Out of the shadows a human form floated towards her and picked her from the darkness. The next morning she awoke to find herself lying on a bed of some type with her arms and torso wrapped in bandages. She could feel her heart beat through the pain coursing through her arms. She sat up and pulled her legs off of the bed. The sound of food cooking and dishware being washed could be heard from the kitchen. She stood painfully and walked into the kitchen. A man was multi-tasking between washing and cooking. Still partially dazed, she walked to the table and sat down. "Who are you" she asked in a pleasantly painful tone of voice. The man turned off the water and turned to her, not speaking. He walked towards her and picked up her right arm and began examining it. "Uh… something wrong" she asked as she posed a questioning look on her face. "You seem to be healing nicely" he said laying her arm back down on the table. He walked back to the stove and kept cooking. She sat at the table for a minute pondering who he could be. "Are you a stalker" she asked raising her eyebrow in a questioning manor. He laughed and flipped a piece of something.