The lady in red walks, and I can hear her footsteps. They echo all of my sorrows. The injuries lashed upon my soul.
She glides through the halls, a phantom pain. Grief and regret floods me in her presence. I freeze.
Her eyes find mine, and it is a stab of betrayal. Anger. I'm nearly torn apart by my own guilt.
Nobody has visited her in years. The locals all keep their distance from this mansion. I now know why.
