I stare down at the gleaming steel table, the cold lights reflecting off its surface. It’s a world away from the warmth and comfort I once knew. Now, I’m trapped in this eerie, desolate place – an asylum for the broken and the damned.

The memories still linger, refusing to be erased no matter how hard I try. I see her, the girl with porcelain skin and fiery eyes – a beauty tainted by her cruel heart. Emilia, the one who stole everything from me.

The echoes of Emilia’s voice resound in my mind – “You should have stayed dead, Eva.” Those haunting words now fuel a fire within me, a burning desire for vengeance. My mind is clouded by the darkness, spinning tales of cruelty and despair.

The words of the doctor still linger – “We’ll get you better, Eva.” Better? What does that even mean? I’m not broken; I’m raw. My heart beats to a different rhythm, fueled by the fire that burns inside me. It’s a savage, unyielding melody, one that speaks of vengeance, of death, of chaos.

I see the faces of those I’ve lost, forever scarred by the cruel hand of fate. My rage festers, a poverty of soul overflowing with desperation. But I refuse to back down. In this desolate world, I have a chance to avenge those I love – to realize justice, no matter how brutal my method.

In this twilight, surrounded by cold stones and unforgiving walls, I’ll prod the weeds of evil, orchestrating each harrowing moment to weave a wicked tale of devastation. How long will I continue to feed the monster within? Will it consume me, too? One thing is certain: The fires that blew my sanity will also serve as my redemption – pure pandemonium.