The slender man watched as the girl steadily made her way through the layers of snow, her steps slightly nervous and the strange object present in her grip. It vaguely reminded him of an old folklore tale that the humans had created mentioning a girl cloacked in red. One that had taken a wrong turn to home and had misfortunately gotten murdered. At least that was the way he remembered it. His sleek tentacles twitched at the mention of death. The girl's time was up.
