You wake up.
It's the middle of the night. It's dead silent.
You fling yourself out of bed, landing harshly on the floor.
Unsteadily, you stand up on shaky legs, shambling to the center of the room. Your arm stretches out, against your will, as though you were just a puppet on a string. Your fingers flex, and suddenly that hand has sunk inside your chest.
You bite back a scream as the hand fishes around for a moment, and then...
You... They... Kris... pulls something red, heart-shaped, alive, out of their chest.
They pull you out of their chest.
Gripping you tightly in the hand that fished you from their body, they stumble closer to the birdcage inside the wagon in the corner.
They pull back their arm, and they launch you into the cage fast enough for the door to close and lock behind you, trapping you inside.
You can hardly move, the bars of the cage aren't wide enough for you to escape. All you can do is watch.
Kris shuffles back to the middle of the room, and they produce a knife you didn't know they had from who-knows-where, holding it aloft menacingly.
They turn to look at you, hair falling away from their eyes just enough for you to see them glow red, red, red.