Her beautiful, long, black hair shone brightly under the front flash light of the car from some distance, and it can't be denied that her bare body, with its wheatish skin tone, looked even more stunning despite being tired. The bloodstains all over her body added to her eerie beauty. A gentle breeze kept blowing, occasionally lifting the tired strands of hair off her face, but her gaze fixes on something in the middle of the forest... those gaze fix towards digging a hole in the ground.
Her face shows no signs of distress or worry; the only signs of her exertion are the beads of sweat and the fatigue etched on her features. Yet, she doesn't stop – she continues digging the pit until it's just large enough for a person to fit into. As she finishes, her gaze falls upon the car, and she walks towards it with a weary body. She moves to the rear of the car, opens it, and pulls out a person. The face is unrecognizable, bearing multiple knife wounds, not just on the face but all over the body – it's evident from the sight of the body. Blood continues to ooze out, refusing to stop. She grasps one of the person's arms and drags them, with slow, labored steps, towards the pit. For a moment, she clasps her hands together, looks up at the sky, and with a mysterious smile, says, 'Count to fifty.' Then, she applauds herself, laughing loudly – a wild, unhinged laughter. It's undeniable that her captivating laughter could drive anyone mad; it's mesmerizing. She pushes of the person to the pit and, with a calm, innocent, and tearful tone, says, 'Goodbye, my dear boyfriend.'
