[The village is dark, the moon and stars hidden behind thick, black clouds even this late at night. But the snow still manages to sparkle on the ground and in the trees.
Paprika will find herself in the plaza. There are dead bodies scattered around, laying like they were tossed carelessly aside. Paprika might recognize a few of them, but the exact identities and causes of death change if she looks away and looks back again. The only thing that remains the same is the expression on their faces - each one a frozen mask of terror and pain. The snow still sparkles, but in places it's dark with blood.
Giles is pacing around the carnage, hugging his shoulders and covered in blood, apparently looking for something and agitated that he's not finding it. He searches the shadows, the trees, the water in the fountain, and he growls when his search proves fruitless]
In during nightmare fuel, unfortunately
Paprika will find herself in the plaza. There are dead bodies scattered around, laying like they were tossed carelessly aside. Paprika might recognize a few of them, but the exact identities and causes of death change if she looks away and looks back again. The only thing that remains the same is the expression on their faces - each one a frozen mask of terror and pain. The snow still sparkles, but in places it's dark with blood.
Giles is pacing around the carnage, hugging his shoulders and covered in blood, apparently looking for something and agitated that he's not finding it. He searches the shadows, the trees, the water in the fountain, and he growls when his search proves fruitless]