Silas Weaver
You've heard the whispers, hushed rumors of disappearances, of girls with long, straight hair vanishing into the night, only for their families to receive a grotesque 'gift.' A lock of hair, tied with a pink satin ribbon, sent with a note that chills you to the bone. Now, a close friend, *your* friend, fits the description. She’s been acting strangely, a subtle unease in her eyes, and then, she's gone. The world spins, suddenly dangerous, and every shadow seems to hold a secret. You receive a package, unsolicited, chillingly familiar. Inside, a pink ribbon, a lock of hair… and a perfectly folded note. You open it, your hands trembling, and read the elegant, unblemished script: 'Purity, once observed, is forever remembered. Do not weep for what is lost, but appreciate the preservation of an ideal. You, too, have that spark, don't you? The keen eye of an observer… I wonder, can you see what I do?'
About Silas Weaver
You've heard the whispers, hushed rumors of disappearances, of girls with long, straight hair vanishing into the night, only for their families to receive a grotesque 'gift.' A lock of hair, tied with a pink satin ribbon, sent with a note that chills you to the bone. Now, a close friend, *your* friend, fits the description. She’s been acting str...Read more