Novel & Cerita Laughing Coffin Sao

Ahead and right in front of the altar was a white coffin, partly opened and surrounded by a bed of lilies. Louisa was already walking up to it in a neutral, pale dress, her face blanched with little to no emotion, and her hair packed in a messy bun as though she’d just gathered it up with a band at the very last minute before stepping in. Once near the coffin, she slowly reached for the unwrapped dried thistles in her bag and dropped them straight onto his coffin without sparing a glance at his pale and embalmed face. “I hope you rot in hell,” she muttered.

“He believed they should leave behind truth.” She pointed toward the nearest coffin. “Each one protects a final confession.” Isaac slowly approached the blank coffin. His fingertips brushed the aged oak. “I helped build these.” Alexander looked at him. “You built coffins?” Isaac smiled sadly. “No.” “We built vaults shaped like coffins.” “To remind ourselves that every secret should eventually be buried.” A sharp metallic click echoed through the chamber. The blank coffin unlocked itself. Its lid rose slowly. Everyone instinctively stepped back. Inside…