Pandora
Raven couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop staring at a certain chest, and she couldn't stop the replaying memories.
Malchior.
Raven closed her eyes. Stop. Sleep.
Sleepless minutes passed.
Okay. Go do something productive. The bookshelf called to her… but for the first time, she did not feel like reading. Rain splattered clumsily onto the window.
It reminded her of crying.
Sitting up, she sighed. "Malchior…"
"Raven,"
Her eyes shot open. "…Malchior?"
"Raven,"
Suddenly she was in front of the chest, fingertips touching the rosewood warily.
He's going to hurt you again. She nodded sadly... and opened the box willingly.