"Someone was killed."

Gripping her wrist with her other hand. Looking you dead in the eye. She repeats:

"Someone...was killed."

"Calm down, calm down....."

She mutters to herself, glancing away.

"I guess it's not confirmed, but..."

"It might not be true. It might be pure fiction. It might be horribly exagerrated like a lot of rumors. It might just've been a bad injury..."

"But..."

"There's no way anyone could surive that."

"No one could survive losing that much blood."