Digital Art made by me
Sara watched in growing fear as the visitors from the past scattered through the streets.
Suddenly, a piercing shriek rent the air.
The crowd parted, revealing a Victorian-era woman kneeling beside a limp man in a pool of blood.
-Murder! Mr. Wilkins has been killed! -shrieked the woman, mesmerised by the horror.
Modern passers-by stared at the scene in disbelief.
Sara approached cautiously, studying the fallen man.
An ancient dagger protruded from his chest, the clothes torn in a distinctive pattern.
A shiver ran through her.
Someone among the time travellers was a ruthless killer.
Y she had to find out who, before he struck again.
