Finally, Sorrow spotted her next target. It was a little girl of around six years old. She was playing in her front yard with some toys. She looked happy, but Sorrow could change that. This little girl's future was in her hands, and she had every intention of leading the girl down a much darker path.
She approached the girl, who looked up at her, smiling. But upon seeing the Goth, the girl's smile turned into a frown.
"Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you." In fact, I'll be helping you, Sorrow continued in her mind, smirking as she did.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sorrow. What's your name?"
"Molly. Molly Stevens."
"Well, Molly ..." Sorrow began.
