The world seemed to stop as Mauve knelt there, clutching her sister's lifeless body. Claire’s face, once so full of quiet strength, now looked sunken and pale. Mauve’s fingers trembled as they brushed against her sister’s blue lips, her hands sticky with the residue of sweat and blood.

Mauve held her sister’s lifeless body tightly, her sobs echoing through the cold room. Each tear that fell burned hot trails down her cheeks, as her body trembled with grief and disbelief. Claire’s face, pale and still, was a haunting reminder of the cruelty Mauve had tried so desperately to shield her from.

“Claire,” Mauve whispered hoarsely. “I’m so sorry... so sorry...”...