After the death of you, claude, our family was forced to leave France. We moved to England.
The pain of losing you, made me turn to art.
Art became a part of me.
I wanted to capture live images of people so that I would never truly lose anyone again.
I became interested in parapsychology . . I hoped to make changes and modify my camera.
And after nearly 26 years, when I finally found a way to capture souls into photos, I told my closest friends.
But it seems to them, I was just bluffing. How could they call me a liar? I was telling the truth. I really did find a way.
I took photos of people. . Maidens, viscounts, nobles, anyone who came to me.
they disappeared as my shutter clicked
But I shouldn't be labelled a "killer" as I only, trapped their souls in pictures, I never truly killed anyone. .
People began to notice the disappearance of people and how they went missing after I took their photos. .
A mob of panic-stricken people barged into my mansion.
They must've seen the pictures of the missing people with their souls trapped inside . .
But unfortunately for them, I received a letter and ran away.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments left of life . joseph . idv
Фанфик'' ℑ𝔫 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔭𝔥'𝔰 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢'' 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐕 - belongs to netease! I donot own the characters portrayed in the story. •This story is purely fiction, any resemblance to real humans is coi...
