Desperate gasps for air escaped the mouth of the petite woman. Her crimson eyes flickered a silent flare, glowing red orbs hunting the surrounding area for any hints of the mischievous, malevolent being that continued to pursue her.
A thick, rogue laughter reverberated in the dark, dank halls, but its bearer was nowhere to be seen.
"Are you really that so desperate, Sakura…?" a heavily accented English voice called out to her from the darkness.
The girl spun around, and around, carefully guarding her back, all the while searching the room for any signs of the malicious man to whom the voice belonged. She grumbled in annoyance, clutching her naginata tightly in her one hand.
"Oh, but dear, haven't you ever learnt yet…?" the voice said in a mocking tone. "You know I never liked showing myself."
In a split second, Sakura found herself pinned to the ground, unable to get up despite her futile efforts. She struggled beneath the grasp and the weight of the evidently more heavier, taller man, who seemed keen on crushing her.
"Nnh…" she winced in pain, using the long handle of her weapon to push back the man from her, but with no success. The man easily pushed her back onto the cold floor.
"My, my…" the man continued to mock, a smirk curving up his lips, baring his fangs. "No matter how many lessons I taught you… you never really learn, do you…?" He leaned in closer, opening his mouth, as if to slowly devour the life out of the hapless, helpless girl.
She screamed.