Rose was destined to die, either by Vinea's hand or theirs. Vanessa and Mortimer had their loaded crossbows aimed at the child levitating mid air. An act of such horrendous nature would stain their conscience forever and they would have to carry their guilt to their graves, but it was one life against a billion. Killing Rose would prevent Vinea from possessing her body and crossing over to this world and this would save countless innocent people from death. It was a simple choice, yet their hands trembled as their sweaty fingers lingered on the triggers.
"I am sorry, Rose," Vanessa closed her eyes and squeezed out her guilty tears.
Mortimer still put on an act of composure as he prepared to pull the trigger. "We have failed you, dear girl. But sometimes, one is compelled to choose the
