The Third Year After My Death
Fearing that people would recognize me, she ruined my face.
Her knife, colder than the ice, cut through my skin inch by inch.
Finally, she threw me into the lake in Salakole.
When I was dead, she pushed me off the ship.
"I'm sorry, Aryanna. Only if you die can you keep my secret forever."
When she packed everything up, she slashed at her own body a few times.
She then lied, "I'm sorry. Aryanna ran away with the supplies...
"It's all my fault for not keeping an eye on these things."