sheonlywritesmurder
The first girl was found with her mouth sewn shut.
The second was buried in her uniform-still breathing.
The third? She never existed. Officially.
Saint Dymphna's Institute for Girls has one rule: Don't ask about the missing.
But Eris Vale asks. She watches. She documents.
What she finds buried beneath this elite, velvet-draped hell isn't just a secret-it's a pattern. A curse.
And it's spreading like blood through white sheets.
They say girls here are groomed for power.
But they forgot to mention: power always wants a sacrifice.
If you find this file, keep reading.
Because one of the girls is already dead.
And it might be you.