Flee! The singular, overwhelming urge sank its fangs deeply into her core, attempting to devour her crumbling reason. Control! Angelica...

Her gown swooshed as Angelica twirled, genuine smile on her lips. She lifted her hand, mirrored by the gloved bones of the sad cracked...

“My Lady” Death bowed as she was about to re-entered the theatre proper, the music falling away to silence at the sound of approaching...