House of Sighs
Only silence.
She wove through the narrow streets. At the bottom of an incline, she turned and looked up a thin, cobblestone street. Diana saw him then.
Him.
The brother.
The one with the eagle tattoo on his back.
He walked towards her, his pace steady. Face contorted. She couldn’t tell if he smiled or screamed. Terror gripped her.
The ground underneath their feet shook and the brother stopped.
Behind him, there came a gigantic tide of blood, meat, and paint. It rushed towards her. He became a part of the wave and together they thundered downhill, splattering the white walls in fans of red.
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