Scarlett
The birds are singing the songs of their people outside the mansion. It is a wonderful morning, but the corridors inside are filled with filth.
“I don’t understand how these corridors can be so dirty every single morning...” I mutter to myself.
I’m on my knees like Cinderella, scrubbing the marble floors of the east wing. My reflection swims in the soapy water, distorted and dull. But I don’t have time to think about how it looks like I haven’t slept for a thousand years.
All I can think about is the hunt.
It is tonight. Three days passed fast, and now I can’t relax or stop biting my nails because of it. My stomach twists every time I remember the elder’s words about the vines.
Don’t linger in the same place.
Shudders wreck me.
I’m going to die in that maze.
Laught
