He reaches forward. The feather he didn't know belonged to her hangs from his neck.
Close-Up
The blood is dried up on the bottom of his sleeves from taking care of others' wounds all day long. The only person he can't manage to save is the only one who really matters,
Up-Shot
Night
Out of gallery
Two men closed the back double-doors onto the unconscious body of a girl. Raziel’s feet moved on their own as he sprinted towards the van but before he reached it, it had taken off. He kept running and running to keep up with it, but it didn’t take long for it to drive into the distance and leave him behind. He kept running regardless, his lungs out of breath and knees shaking. He followed the path of the truck to a railway, running along the tracks as fast as he could, in vain. Before he knew it, the highway had split and the truck was nowhere in sight.
