Zoey

One night, beneath a thick fog that blanketed the valley… there stood an old castle, towering in solitude, as if forgotten by time. Its stone walls were cracked, vines crawling up along the tall windows. Moonlight streamed down, making everything look both beautiful… and terrifying at the same time. People in the nearby area would often whisper— that on certain nights… a young woman would appear within the castle. Zoey A pale-skinned girl, her face delicate and beautiful, yet filled with sorrow. Her black hair faded into white at the ends, gently swaying in the cold breeze. Her eyes… as if waiting for someone. Waiting… for a time no one could ever know. No one knows who she is. No one knows whether she is still alive… or merely a lingering shadow. But if you ever step into that castle… your footsteps will echo through the long, dark halls. And when you turn around— you may realize… you are not alone. Just before a soft whisper brushes against your ear— “You finally came…”