by arcane halo Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:22 pm
The portrait MM stares at is scratched out and slightly bloodied.
He vaguely makes out the figures of six women.
Araphen opens it to a page.
Its handrwiting is haphazard and there are blood stains. "They've all died, but I hear them in the house. I should have gone with them, but it's too late now. It's all I have left."
Beside the Journal is a box.
As everyone scrambles around, searching the place, Arc looks at the candle.
The fire flickers dimly. She starts to smell rain, and hear it outside.