Ugh… what happened? Where am I? My head hurts. Hanna stirs, unable to make sense of her surroundings through blurred vision and muffled hearing. As she tries to get up, bolts of pain shoot through her limbs, and she flops flat again. I feel like I've been fighting… myself… and lost. Badly.

After a few moments, Hanna tries again to get up, this time making it onto all fours. Last thing I remember, I was talking about the Kingdom Stone and monsters with the… Hanna's vision suddenly clears, and her hearing returns.

The scene surrounding her is devastating: all the children she cared for, silent, unmoving…

They're all…

Hanna's mind shatters, and animal instinct takes over.


The driver of the other vehicle stirs, bloodied from the accident. Pushing open the door, he stumbles out of the vehicle, falling onto his knees. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he stands, and attempts to get his bearings.

Suddenly, a primal force slams him to the ground, growling with vengeful fury.

As he is torn apart, the driver's screams echo briefly down the valley.


Hanna's senses return to her as the adrenaline fades. Standing, she stares at her blood‑soaked hands in total disbelief, the remains of the driver at her feet. I've… I've just taken a life… but I don't feel anything.


Hanna struggles over the top of the embankment, then collapses with fatigue at the side of the road, and takes a few moments to catch her breath. I took a life. I should feel bad, but I don't. Why?

Hanna's ears twitch as she hears a vehicle approach. The vixen struggles to her feet, and holds out a hand to flag the vehicle down, only for it to drive straight past without even slowing. Wondering why the driver didn't stop, Hanna looks down at her clothes. That's a lot of blood. No wonder they didn't stop: who would pick up a blood‑stained vixen? Hanna sighs in resignation. I guess I'll have to walk.


A mile down the road, Hanna stumbles to a halt. Guess I was hurt worse than I thought… I can't go on… need to rest… no, must continue… must continue… must… con… tin… She succumbs to her fatigue and injuries, and collapses, slipping into unconsciousness.


Sometime later, three cloaked bikers pass the lifeless vixen by the side of the road. Curious, they stop and return to investigate. Concerned for the vixen's well‑being, they check her vital signs, and are relieved to find she is still alive. Continuing their investigation, one of them points out the dried blood coating the vixen's hands: intrigued looks are exchanged.

Knowing the vixen needs medical attention, one of the bikers quickly lashes together a primitive sledge, fixing it to one of the bikes. Once secure, the other two carefully place the vixen on the sledge. All three remove their red scarves and use them to help dress the worst of the vixen's wounds, then secure her to the sledge, and slowly continue their journey.