PROLOGUE
The young woman scratched at the tender flesh of her wrists, tearing away at the agony that wrapped its ugly self around her heart. She bled the tears that burned so harshly within, burying her mortal soul to the darkness that had overcome her. She was gone from this dismal plane, weathered away by the ashes that fell upon her redden hair. She was no longer a part of this world, a distant memory long forgotten.
In the hollow walls her cries could be heard. Coldness reeked at every corner, giving a bare glimpse of a soul long perished from this world. Her footsteps could be heard in the echoes of the night as the moon hid beneath the clouds, casting her world into oblivion.
In the years that passed her life became a single page in a history book, left to be forgotten in the ruble of a place she once called home.
