The nymph leans over her kneeling victim. "Speak, defaced one. What do you see?" The Sister, shuddering, choke

The nymph leans over her kneeling victim. "Speak, defaced one. What do you see?" The Sister, shuddering, chokes out an answer, her pained voice a whisper — you cannot make out her words, but the nymph listens eagerly, then gives a slight smile. As the Sister on the floor utters a last, anguished moan, the nymph straightens, almost regally — and the Sister falls silent. The nymph regards the corpse before her and holds her breath for a minute — and the time within the room stops. "Finally..."