They found her, lying in a ring of bones, her clothes shredded to pieces. She had a big lion's skin wrapped around her like a blanket, as if someone had come to look after her. She had cuts and scratches everywhere, along with bigger, deeper, deadlier wounds, as if she had been attacked by many flying knives. They couldn't find any evidence about who - or what - had attacked her, only a little plastic baby rattle, hidden away in the bushes, as if it had been thrown. The top was in the shape of a little yellow duckling, with a pale blue ribbon around its neck. The stem was a soft violet color, with a small peach colored heart at the bottom.