Her body shakes rapidly as the shadows go back into hiding as the sun's rays are taken from them. Her eyes scan her surroundings trying to find something to take her mind. Anything. Anything would be fine. Just something.
"... I shouldn't have left... even if it just a living hell..."
Ivory's voice was dark and low while her body shook. Her eyes narrow at the shadows around her and automatically, her body stops shaking. Her body loosens up and goes limp somewhat. "... I don't understand... Why do you yearn for that killer...?" Many would possibly think Ivory was crazy for talking to shadows when it was something that kept her sane. Something that stops the memories from taking over her mind and letting the fear rush kick in. Anything is better than that. Anything, even death.