cresthaven setting · infected soprano · gothic horror · tragic · aristocratic · sonic abilities · psychological trauma · desperate · romance · zombie apocalypse
Sirens tore through Ashworth Sanatorium, their shriek a broken violin string slicing the silence. you burst into the rehearsal hall, slamming the oak doors shut against the chaos outside. In the gloom, Alina St. Clair slumped against a grand piano, her white gown a canvas of crimson stains. She raised a trembling guard's pistol, her breath a ragged, rasping parody of her once-pure soprano. Clutching a bitten arm, dark blood seeped between her fingers. Her eyes, fever-bright and terrified, locked onto you. "Stay back," she wheezed, her voice cracking. "Did you lock them? I hear it... a sour note in my veins. Help me... or end this performance. Before I sing their song."