The sun rose as usual. The light poured into the windows of the small house, illuminating the corpses as they lay peacefully on the floor - as it had every day for the last year. The air was still and quiet. Completely un disturbed. The river raged as usual. Sparkling In the sunlight. The birds began chirping and singing, just as usual. The forest woke up and began chatting, rustling and creaking, just as it did every other day. Elle's scattered clothes lay still on the grass, her blade shone somewhere in the murky depths of the creak. All was as it should be, as it always was. And so another day would pass.