"A Broken Bond. Unheard To Be Fixed..."
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Belladonna muttered to herself as she walked through a quiet candlelit hallway, her eyes fixed on the floor, her mind consumed by Valitis.
"Such an odd Man! A Man?... Not even a man, but a creature!" she whispered. "He has a personality disorder, I'm certain. How can he speak words of fear, only to soften them with annoyingly sweet words?"
She paused, hands on hips, shaking her head. "He needs help, a lot of it! And definitely, I'll never be his Blood Maiden. Why would I when I'm trying to escape this mansion?"
A frown formed between her brows. "So annoying. And then he acts all sober... He is worse than Darren! They all are!."
Belladonna's whispers continued down the hallway, the darkness was illuminated only by the warm glow of candles.
Then, again.... The darkness was illuminated by the same set of candles.
She stopped abruptly. "Wait! Something's not right..."
