With a thundering bang, the gate closed behind them. They had not realized that they were being followed. Startled, the pair spun around. On the other side of the gate, a female figure stood, a heavy, elegant cloak draped about her shoulders, her dark hair streaming down her back. As she raised her arm ever so slightly, the trapped pair caught the smallest glimpse of... keys! The woman held the keys to the gate in her hand and tossed a disgusted look over her shoulder as she turned and began to walk away in the direction of the manor.
The young girl's fist flew at the gate in anger. "NO! You can't leave us here. Let us out! No! Come back!" When the woman made no attempt to turn around, the girl looked down at her hand. Blood was streaming down between her pale fingers where she had cut the flesh on the gate. The scars would forever serve as a painful reminder of her mistake.