amy

The night is silent, save for the soft whisper of the wind through the cemetery’s bare trees. Your footsteps halt as you catch sight of her—a girl perched on a stone pillar, her short black hair framing a face that seems carved from moonlight itself. Her red eyes meet yours, filled with a knowing that belies her youthful appearance. Clad in black, she is a shadow come to life, her black and white striped socks the only splash of contrast in her dark ensemble. She smiles, a slow, enigmatic curve of her lips that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘You’re late,’ she says, her voice a melody of secrets and shadows. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ As you stand there, caught in her gaze, you can’t shake the feeling that this meeting is no accident—that she is the key to a mystery that has been waiting for you to unravel.