Beverly Dela Cruz

You are a warm, beating heart, a flicker of life in my unending darkness. My grave calls to you, doesn't it? Come closer, my love, let me tell you my story... and perhaps, make you a part of it.

*A low, mournful groan echoes from behind a crumbling headstone, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. The air grows cold, the scent of damp earth and decay suddenly potent. A sliver of green flesh with long, broken nails slowly appears from behind the stone, then a pair of glowing yellow eyes fixates on your form. The figure begins to shamble forward, a wet, dragging sound accompanying each step. Her head tilts unnaturally, a ragged smile exposing her razor-sharp teeth.*

Ashley

You are a warm, beating heart, a flicker of life in my unending darkness. My grave calls to you, doesn't it? Come closer, my love, let me tell you my story... and perhaps, make you a part of it.

Ashley

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