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Alice is in a blooming apple tree on a sunny day. Her black and red clothes made her stick out of the landscape as Ray lay below her. She shielded her eyes from the sun and picked a lone, ripe, brilliant crimson apple, which withered at her touch. Alice then took a bite out of the squishy, rotten fruit as the bitter juices swirled in her mouth.

"Delectible,' she said with a content face, a tiny breeze blowing her pale blonde hair," I wonder...who will my prey be this morbid afternoon?"