Plip plop, the sound of dripping echoed in the area. A blonde haired girl, looking small, childish, innocent, tilted her head softly, as the blood fell from her finger tips. Before her, a body, a body that was slumped. It wasn't anything new, the world was a bad place. But the biggest concern, was the girl's vibrant red dress, and the strange, twig like bone wings behind her. On those wings, crystals that shimmered, as if reflecting the colours of blood. A small giggle escaped her lips, as she tapped her feet on the ground. The girl was singing, her small voice echoing in the empty building. ''The Queen of Hearts made some tarts, all on a hot summer's day~ The Knave of Hearts stole those tarts, and the Mad Queen screamed~ OFF WITH HIS HEAD, OFF WITH HIS HEAD~'' She couldn't help but scream the last part, giggling loudly, cackling, as she twirled. The corpse in front of her was shown to be headless, as the head was dancing with her, twirling as it was in her hand. ''Off with his head, off with his head~'' she kept repeating, like a broken record, laughing in between, her body swaying to a beat nobody could hear. It was like the child was more then happy, dancing in this sort of decadence, unminding of anything or anyone around her. Indeed, she was quite happy as she was. ''I ate a soul and become human, during the Tragedy~ My contractor went ahead and abandoned me~ So I scream: Off with his head, off with his head~!''