#herfairytaleecho

Phillip looked down at the chart, the woman lying in the bed had been there for little over two hours since the surgeons had stabalised her and ensured her continued survival... Perfect, she would live as long as he continued her care and whilst she was stuck there there was nothing she could do about it.

He glanced back at the heart monitor, given that her heart-rate had not increased, indicating that the poor woman had no idea who he was, that he had put her in this specific situation.

Music.

There is no mistaking it. That song is playing again tonight. That song... The one heard each night before the disappearances.

The town had been in an uproar the past few days. Boys were vanishing into the forest after that enticingly sweet melody, and menacing and strange dancing figures could be seen in the mists of night.

Morrrrning!

flaps paw at you

The newcomer to the room had rather quickly distracted Edith from her own conversation. They were unfamiliar and, being inquisitive as always, she had turned her head towards them, trying to find a reason for their sudden appearance.

"Hello?"

YOU MADE ME INK