"MMMfffffffhmmmmm---" Mary, whose head was embarrassingly stuck in the ground like an ostrich, finally managed to yank herself free with a loud gasp. She coughed, spitting out dirt, and shook her head furiously before snapping, "You fucking bitc—"
But her words came to a sudden halt. Her eyes widened as she registered the sight before her.
A sword was impaled straight through Dora's chest.
"Oh..." Mary blinked slowly, her brain catching up to the situation. Then, all at once, reality crashed down on her. "Shit!"
Panic surged through her as she rushed forward, reaching out to grab the tiny hooded figure responsible, but just as her fingers nearly brushed the figure's cloak—
It vanished.
"What?" Mary froze mid-motion, blinking in sheer disbelief. Her mouth hung slightly open as her eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of where the figure had gone. But it was gone—completely.
