Prologue
317 Words
In a strange village,two moons lit up the night sky. A large bonfire burned in the middle, illuminating the figures dancing wildly around it. The walls were adorned with gruesome decorations, bloody heads hung on them like trophies, their blank eyes staring out in despair.
Living beings were also displayed on the walls, their faces covered in fear. Every so often, one of the figures would approach the wall, grabbing a person from the wall before gruesomely tearing their head from their body and then sucking their blood from the decapitated head. The lifeless bodies were then tossed into the roaring fire, sending sparks flying into the night.
The air was thick with the stench of death and fear, as the figures continued their twisted ritual, their movements frenzied and inhumane.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blowed through the clearing, blowing out the fire and enveloping the area in an eerie silence. The atmosphere grew heavy with an impending sense of doom.
And then, emerging from the shadows, a lady appeared in the sky.
She was clad in a long black dress, her hair stark white not that of age but of an outwardly nature, the lady cast a chilling aura with her emotionless dead eyes. A dark fog emanated from her body, spreading like a sinister cloak over the figures below.
One by one, the figures began to fall, their bodies turning pale and their eyes lifeless. Those who remained standing trembled in fear, their hearts heavy with dread as they witnessed their companions succumbing to the mysterious force.
"Who... who are you?" one of the trembling figures managed to stammer, his voice barely above a whisper.
The lady's lips curled into a smile that held no warmth, but instead sent a shiver down their spines. With a cold gaze, she locked eyes with them before finally speaking in a voice that echoed with terror.
"Guess."
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