Two eyes, one glowing red and the other white, shine upon the party. A figure aproaches, but in the darkness of the heavy treecover, all than can be seen is that it is sort of hunched, has no visible arms, and has two things sticking out of the top of its head. As it walks closer in a stumbling, jittery manner, it becomes evident that it's a she, her arms are bundled together in front of her chest, and the things sticking out of her head are half-foot long horns, curving straight up and then sharply angling backwards for another two inches. She stumbles to the side and falls onto the ground, but she jumps back up, not needing arms for that. As she comes further to the group, she mutters something and visibly shakes, trying to escape what is now identified as a large straightjacket.
"whenthebladeprincecomes allareblindedbythebloodyscreaming"
She starts violently flailing her torso about while screaming.
"No! NONONONONONO! Ellie! I am not one of them! Their voices speak of indoctrination and slaughter! Don't listen to them! I've been through a lot, me. I would not have been in that hospital were these things not ordering me around. I AM NOT A FUCKING PUPPET!"
Suddenly, a wave of all sorts of emotions washes over her face, ranging from terror to joy to misery.
"The grave voices! They're dying down! My mind is clearing for once! Oh, I've not felt this well in three years! Good riddance, my friends! Hope to never fucking see you again!"
And with that she leans against a tree, still gazing at the circle of companions.