The second panel emerged less smoothly than the first, a pause for deciding whether it should reveal first Beatrycze or herself. In the end there was neither, simply a clawed hand twisting the knob of the door opened enough to cast a plume of light down a shaft that would prove to be stairs eventually.

The third focused squarely on Beatrycze: tiny, innocent, and terrified, wearing nothing but a simple white shift-dress (best to show the blood, Lillith recalled thinking in horror) and bound atop a blood-stained altar. Her upturned face sought the light, her mouth a mask of terror, and all sound silenced.