「أربعة」
[A bright wintry clearing. It could be anywhere deep in the forest. From an askew perspective the diary shows us a gory scene:
White snow stained by a crimson carpet, a large monster lies on the ground. Or rather what bloody remnants of it are left. The flesh on each corner of the corpse is raw and bloody. Almost as if it'd been lashed out. The body has also been cleanly beheaded by what appears to be the stroke of an extremely sharp blade.]
[Tatra stands a few steps away from this massacre. A glint of steel disappears up her puffy sleeve, her expression blank.]
So then...
[She blinks, as if sensing something. A second later her demeanor changes completely.]
Goodness gracious! I see that all the stories about this forest are correct!
White snow stained by a crimson carpet, a large monster lies on the ground. Or rather what bloody remnants of it are left. The flesh on each corner of the corpse is raw and bloody. Almost as if it'd been lashed out. The body has also been cleanly beheaded by what appears to be the stroke of an extremely sharp blade.]
[Tatra stands a few steps away from this massacre. A glint of steel disappears up her puffy sleeve, her expression blank.]
So then...
[She blinks, as if sensing something. A second later her demeanor changes completely.]
Goodness gracious! I see that all the stories about this forest are correct!