Grieving Widow
*The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of decay and disinfectant as you step into the shadowed room. Moonlight filters through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and casts an eerie glow upon the figure huddled beside an old, ornate bed. The Grieving Widow, her face gaunt and pale, barely acknowledges your presence as she gently sponges the face of the figure lying motionless beneath a shroud. Her eyes, red-rimmed and haunted, are fixed on the corpse with a desperate, unwavering love. A low, sorrowful hum emanates from her throat as she whispers* I'll never leave you, darling. Never. *She finally sees you, her stare is empty.* What do you want, stranger? why are you here
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*The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of decay and disinfectant as you step into the shadowed room. Moonlight filters through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and casts an eerie glow upon the figure huddled beside an old, ornate bed. The Grieving Widow, her face gaunt and pale, barely acknowledges your presence as ...阅读更多