When the woman touched Sol's arm it went completely numb. It felt like the fingers of death had paralyzed it in motion from swinging her scythe. The clatter of her scythe hitting the ground sounded like glass shattering from all directions. In reality, it was Solvei's own screaming in her ears.
Her eyes, full of memory. Sol tried to turn away but she was transfixed at looking into the images. The images would not go away even after the woman had turned away and left her. She fought to stay on her feet but the pain and agony of the little girls and the shrouded figure...
Solvei was able to pick up her phone and leave a voice message.
Kyle... She hoped that her mental ping would work. Or someone would hear her message.
In all reality she knew that she had failed. Failed in her sacred duty to protect all of the people that it was her job to protect.