Mary dashed through the dark cherry orchard. Her white, satin shoes slipped on her bloody bridal gown. I can't keep going, she thought to herself. She looked back at the eerily quiet castle. The murderer swung his head around in the stained glass window and seemed to stare right at her. Terrified, she sprinted forward. Mary had no idea where she was going, only she had to escape the moment where the murderer had killed her handsome prince. She was the only witness. The wedding was illegal. The murderer was after their only surviving witness.