A young German girl named Aya Drevis lives at home with her father, who is simply known as the Doctor, as well as his assistant Maria. One night, Aya hears her father scream and finds her house filled with corpses and other supernatural things tryin...
The woman then spun around, faster than Aya's eyes can render, and screamed angrily at Aya. "GIVE!! GIVE HER BACK!!"
Aya jumped back, surprised at the woman's sudden action, but now Aya can see more about the woman that she hadn't seen before. The woman had pale skin to the point that it is slightly blue and wore a white apron with a lace design atop covered in blood and dirt stains. She had blood dripping from her eyes, nose, and her head, some making its way down her neck. Her eyes were dark blue, constricted, and the whites, heavily bloodshot. "GIVE! MY DAUGHTER!!" Continued the woman.
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Aya shook her head in response, but still thinking if she should help her or not. Then she turned around and ran to the door, exiting the room. Feeling bad, she re-entered the room, deciding to help the poor lady. Aya entered the room once again, prepared to have a face to face talk with a ghoul, but all that Aya saw was a pool of fresh, bright red blood in the place of where the woman once stood. Aya inched closer to the pool of blood, not sure if the woman was still there or not. When Aya reached the pool of blood, she saw something shiny glinting in the middle of the pool of blood. She picked it up and immediately recognized the blood covered shape to be a skeleton key. Upon wiping off the blood covering it with her apron, an engraving became visible on the key's stem with the word, "ARCHIVES."
Remembering the locked wooden door labeled ARCHIVES in the other hallway, Aya headed back out and across the balcony walkway, to test out the key. Aya slid the key into the old rusted skeleton keyhole and turned it. The lock clicked open and Aya opened the creaking door to a smell of mold and dust that has settled onto the furniture around the room. The room had a row of bookshelves lined on the back wall and another row of bookshelves in the middle of the room. They all had piles of books, whether open or closed, messily stacked upon each other around the rows of polished, oak bookshelves as if someone was in a hurry to research about something before it was too late.
Aya walked around the bookshelves and looked briefly at scattered books and noticed that they were old research notes and textbooks about human anatomy. Coming up to a bookshelf in the back of the room next to a desk that was in the corner, she noticed an old, brown leatherback book that seemed different from the others. She turned to her right and she saw a round, wooden, ornate table blocking her path, as well as another crow staring at her with black, beady little eyes. Having no other choice, she reached for the leather-bound book and pulled it from the bookshelf, releasing millions of dust particles and moldy smell into the air.
Aya blew off the remaining dust covering the book's cover, revealing only the words, "Diary." Aya turned the diary to a random page and read the contents of that page, though most of it were blotted out with ink, blurred from liquid stains, or torn apart from old age.
