The knife just barely misses her, no more than two inches from her face. Aqui, on the other hand, got stabbed in the shoulder. He yelps through gritted teeth as the monster pulls the knife back out. 

 She wasn’t sure if monster was the correct word. It had grayish-white hair that faded into black at the ends, its eyes were glowing red, and its clothes looked wet, but they weren’t dripping. It was also crying...? Black blobs dribbled down its cheeks, and fell onto the sand. 

 The monster returned to its levitating position over the water, holding its bloody knife in its hand. “....It hurts.... You let.... Me hurt.... You... You....” it mutters, looking down, “You did nothing. You just watched and laughed.” The voice seemed so familiar to her, yet so vague, but she knew she had heard it before.

 The monster’s head jerks up, it’s face red with anger. It charges towards Aqui, thrusting its knife at him again. “YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU LIED TO ME!” it screams, trying to stab him, though luckily he’d seen it coming this time and dodged.

 She panics, her eyes darting back and forth, looking for a weapon. Then she notices the water. The ocean, originally a bluish-brown, had turned black when the monster appeared. She walked over to the edge, and saw nothing but an abyss. If she blocked out the monster’s screaming, she could hear a faint sound of crying coming from the water. 

 She bit her lip. She couldn’t fight the monster, and she wasn’t sure how long Aqui could dodge it, and for that same reason, she couldn’t run. She didn’t want to leave Aqui to defend against it himself. The only option left was to jump. 

 She backed up a bit. “One.” she whispered, then started to jog. Her jog quickly turned into a sprint, “Two.” At the edge she jumped, “Three!”, and landed, not in water, but an abyss.

 Surrounded her was nothing but darkness. If she looked up, the blackness got a bit brighter, but not much. After examining her surroundings, she started to listen for the crying. It was still faint, but she heard it. She began to walk in the direction of the crying, and it got louder with each step. Finally, coming into view after walking in complete darkness, a little girl sat. She was probably around her age, and had grayish-white hair and wore a blue dress, and was sobbing uncontrollably. 

 She knew this girl. She had been her best friend, who had disappeared without a trace several years ago, only to turn up a week later dead. But everyone knew what had happened. She had thought her dear friend had been finally released of her pain. 

 No wonder she was so upset.