Prisoner of your one mind

The silence wake her up. A lost girl standing on an old bed. Cold air pressed against her skin. It was too late to leave now. A shadow stepped out of the darkness of the room, approaching the girl. The room is clogged in a deadly silence, exacly like a frozen lake a moment before the ice is cracking under your weight. Now the shadow is closer and the girl can see a boy under a black cape. His face is still hidden by a large hood, but the girl doesn't seem interested in seeing his face. Her gaze fell on the metal object the stranger hold tight in his hand. Now the girl is breathless and hoppless, looking straight at the sharp knife.