Marble Elsnook ,with a life as clean as slate, hadn't quite recognised what she'd gotten herself into. But now that she was stood face to face with Cole Whittaker, knee deep in the chilling seawater of Oaken Bay, chest heaving, blood sprayed across both their faces, she knew she'd been corrupted. She'd rotted inside and it was snaking its way out to dig its claws into whatever relief could be sourced. The water lapped at her legs as she stared Cole down, teeth bared, breath heavy like a savage animal. The fog over the dark horizon didn't help the chill that ran up Cole's spine and for a brief moment his grip on his camera loosened. Then she lunged. Marble lunged, moving her hands to snatch at Cole's face, a sharp laugh of hilarity and madness leaving her throat as she did. "I'm going to tear the life out of your soul, Whittaker. You're dead to me." And what she got in return to her dark statement was a scream and an immediate sprint, splashes of water spraying behind him until it turned into flailing underwater. God forbid a girl's a little emotional sometimes.