The Raven Girl

She sat across the room, a dropped pin making more noise than her. She never spoke, always just sat in the corner of the room, quiet in her seat, all of her clothing either black or with a raven on it, just like every day. It was rare, but when she did speak to us, she spoke in either old English, French, or use so long words that I can't understand what message she's trying to express.
And her hair.
Oh my, her hair.
It matches the ballpoint blood on the Raven's talons on her necklace.
{Made mature for suggestive language and violent/heavy subjects. I do not own the image used for the cover (image from Creature Feature's 'Wretched Raving Raven' T-shirt)}