Oct 28, 2009 19:04
[As the sun begins to set upon the town and the people begin to head home for the night, along the street stumbles an Estelle. She moans with each step, her hands grasping in front of her as if she's constantly chasing a person she cannot reach. Her dress is torn and ripped, stained with blood, eyes vacant, paying no attention she trips and falls face first onto the cold stone path.]
[Trick or treat.]
antiestelle