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Prologue: Midnight
How long has it been since I came to be in this place, you might ask. Well, you might if you expected an answer from me. You would not ask, however, as I am not of flesh and blood. I am merely a sickly puppet hanging on the wall by a single nail, which has been cruelly hammered into my throat!
On the other hand, upon closer inspection you would notice my eyes. They seem to follow your every move, don't they? Do my eyes not eerily resemble the very ones in your own head? If they seem far too realistic it's because they are. My eyes are all I have left, thanks to that damned Ambrus! But I am ahead of myself; I will get to that story later.
Ah! I see there is snow falling outside. Victoria and I used to love the snow. Often we would stroll about, hand in hand, admiring how pristine the city appeared underneath the fresh white powder.
Sadly, those days are long gone; days of blissful happiness have been replaced by nights of endless torment. It has been nearly 20 years now that I've been on this wall – 20 years since I have seen my love.
I wonder where she is now?