Lone Star Mountain [m] the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Blood reached her again, making her gag with another cry. Blossom raised her head, horror flashing vivid across her face. A girl stood across from her, a painted red shadow of a creature.

Where Blossom was the sun, this girl was the deep swallow of night. Her opposite, dark where she was light, and she began to cry harder at the thought this was a specter of her sin. The murder she had committed all because she couldn’t control herself.

She stumbled to her feet, struggling to stand, chin a tremble.

A-Are you here for me? Because this could only be death, or the devil, come to drag her deep into the earth.

Something in the back of her head stirred. Hello, little cuckoo. A thousand small voices whispered. Quickly, she shut them out.