The rain hammered against the glass. The wind howled.
"Stop stalling, Edwige," Diana said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. "We don't have all night. The Curator returns at dawn." metart edwige a diana g taissia a kamlyn a
"Now," Taissia whispered, opening her eyes. They flashed with excitement. The rain hammered against the glass
"Edwige," Kamlyn’s voice seemed to whisper from the walls, though the girl in the photo never moved her lips. "Join us. Finish the story." " Diana said
"The alignment is fine, Edwige," Taissia murmured, her eyes closed, her head tilted back as if listening to the storm. "Can’t you feel it? The room is waiting. The silence is hungry."