The girls of Ghost Revelry Hall often whispered about the "devouring room" hidden within its walls, a place wh…
The girls of Ghost Revelry Hall often whispered about the "devouring room" hidden within its walls, a place where the living walked in, and only bones came out.
So they obeyed the overseers with trembling diligence, never daring to wonder, speak of, or question what lay inside.
Only a young pageboy knows the truth: the dark chamber holds a girl.
She is tattered, half-scarred, and deranged. Anyone who meets her gaze falls to her blade.
Yet in rare moments, the girl would lapse into silence, then begin humming a fractured lullaby. The melody came in gasps and whispers, a wounded sound that hung in the air like blood in water.
Like a flower trembling in the dead of night, battered by wind, broken by rain, its roots rotted and veins severed... yet deep within its crumbling petals, a stubborn crimson still clings.
It made listeners ache with pity.
But pity changed nothing.
To survive here, one learned to turn away. To forget the devoured.