Carolina
She opened her eyes slowly, slowly fighting the blur that enveloped her vision. Eventually, the wooden ceiling above her became clearer. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that she was lying on a low bed with a rather musty dress covering her like a blanket. As she tilted her head to see more of the cramped room she was in, she realized how weak she was. Even moving her head felt like an effort, and all of her limbs felt limp and heavy.
A creaking sound from the floor nearby made her turn her head towards it, and there she saw a very strange girl standing at the entrance of the small room where she was lying. Carolina assumed it was a little girl, but it was unlike any child she had ever seen. The girl's face was covered in horrible scars, with striking differences i
