Prologue
A hand hovered over a home-made birthday cake, lighting the seventeen candles carefully in the darkness. The hand paused for a moment, and carefully lifted the cardboard circle which held the cake. The figure moved slowly inside the house, walking down a flight of stairs, and opening the door with one hand while balancing the cake on the other. The door was old, the paint was chipped, and it squeaked when it moved. It squeaked as the figure opened the door cautiously, peeking in the dusty, cramped room. The figure scurried to the corner of the room. Suddenly, the figure gasped, dropping the cake on a pile of used clothes. The dim, flickering light of the candles suddenly went out. Another figure in an old, smelly dress hung off of a rope tied to a metal bar on the ceiling. The figure's whole body hung limply from the rope which suspended the figure in mid-air.
A/N: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started a story. But I really couldn't help myself. This story will be a mix of the Korean movies Cinderella and Death Bell 1 and 2.