There are seven of us now. The cycle is only one day long. The castle renews itself at the stroke of midnight. The participants of the feast are revived and their memory wiped clean. We still have no way out... The monster is still on the loose...
There’s five of us now... The monster is dragging away bodies somewhere. We still don’t know where its lair is. I think the duchess is the bearer of the curse. She doesn’t approve of her son’s choice, saying that his wife is of ‘pig’s blood.’
There’s four of us now... There are new corpses every morning. By the evening, they either disappear or are revived with the rest. Nobody saw the beast, but there’s no doubt that it’s something terrible. I’m more and more convicted that the duchess is to blame... There’s something in the way she looks at
