"In Labyrinths of fear, my heart wanders." She whispered to herself as she sat in the corner of the dark room. She took the scissors into her hand and once more and sliced away a the last long length of her vibrant red hair. Letting the dry strands fall onto the cold concrete of the warehouse. The strands mixed in with her tears causing it to stick to her skin. She brushed it off her body but it stuck to her hands, she shakily stood up. It was time for her to leave, to leave this hell-hole and go back where she belonged. The run for her life was over as far as she knew and she desperately needed to return. She shakily slipped on the charcoal long sleeved shirt and the matching ankle length skirt. She then slipped on grey ankle boots, a long sleeved knee length wool sweater, grey gloves, and a woolen grey beret. She wiped away the last of her tears and forced a smile onto her porcelain pale face. When she stepped back out into the world for the first time in two years, she needed to look fine, at least on the outside. With eyes glimmering like emeralds in the frosted morning dew, she stepped out of the warehouse and out into the world she longed to go to. The last time she trusted someone, that person gave her away to her hunters. Who can she trust now?