Airedale stood out in the open, the air glanced of his hair. He could hear the sounds and see the lights behind his closed eyelids of Festival. A smile creased his perfect lips.
Out of nowhere, an instant pain shot through his stomach and he opened his eyes, already tearing up. He looked up into the eyes of Him. Airedale's last moments on the planet consisted of a twisting of a knife blade in his abdomen and a cruel, shrill laugh with a background of a chorus of song. Airedale died.