Goosebumps broke out across her skin as her mind raced with thoughts of who this might be. A burgular; or a thief; or a criminal of some sort? Or maybe someone from the orphanage who was sent to bring her back?
Suddenly, the idea of using the knife was tempting. She gripped it tightly in her hand, the sharp edges of the metal feeling like her only comfort to get rid of this intruder as her eyes scanned the area on a look-out.
Tree, shrub, flower, black hair, tree, shrub...black hair!
Her gaze snapped back, eyes inspecting the person who was walking rather casually, it seemed, around. It was a boy - she assumed - from the back. But he hadn't seen her yet.
He looked normal, but Daphne wasn't going to take her chances. Sneaking up behind him in a silence that her bare feet allowed for to exist, she pressed the sharp edge of the knife against his waist, whispering, "Move and you die."