In a tiny room sat the pinkette, sewing fast what seems to be a kimono on a sewing machine. There was an outlet on the floor, closer to the ground than it should be.
A small fire started at the outlet and the sewing machine stopped working. Anna didn’t notice the fire and just figured the thread got tangled. The fire grew larger and larger, to the point where it engulfed the small room in flames. As it grew larger, Anna finally noticed. She stood up and ran to the door, putting the back of her hand on it to feel if there was a fire outside as well. It was burning outside.
The tails of her outfit caught aflame, and, realizing she didn’t have anyway to extinguish it, she let out a sigh. The fire crept up her outfit, catching onto her skirt, burning her legs. Tears began streaming from her eyes, both from pain and regret, and she fell to her knees, a cry of anguish being let out as she cover her face with her hands. She didn’t want to kill, she didn’t want any of this.
The room began crumbling, the entire roof coming down and crushing Anna. This was her fate. Kill and then be killed. This wasn’t how she wanted her life to end.
The camera pans out, showing a bunch of black rubble. Underneath it all was the seamstress’s lifeless body.
(outfit she was wearing as well)
