It was dark. From above to below. From left to right. From front to back. It was nothing but solemn darkness. It was supposed to be gloomy and dying yet she swallowed her saliva in hopefulness. Elizebeth might hate the darkness but Olivia Spencer embraced it.
Claimed it.
It's part of her.
It's her.
She was in the dark for quite some time. In the dark, even the chilling surroundings had a relaxed feeling, as if it was meant for her. Elizebeth felt as if the air moved like cool water and the activation of her sixth sense infused her more deeply than it did in the light of day. The cold sensation made her impatient far more than she anticipated.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Klik. Klik. Klik.
Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetttt~~~~
