"Kill me."
The three of them heard Audrey's voice at the same time.
It was so faint, so fragile, that it barely qualified as a whisper.
The Chamber of Flowers was drenched in crimson.
The color of blood dominated its walls, while scarlet roses adorned every corner.
Aura threads resembling countless crimson tubes hung from every part of Audrey's body, so numerous that, from afar, they resembled an enormous gown woven from blood, spreading across much of the chamber.
The moment they stepped inside, Frey and the others found themselves walking over it.
Audrey kept her eyes tightly shut.
Dark shadows stained the area around her eyes, spreading over part of her cheeks like marks that had long since become permanent.
"Kill me."
"Kill me."
"Kill me."
Her dying whisper echoed over and over.
Each time those words reached their ears, the three of them understood a little more of the torment she had endured... until death itself had become her only remaining wish.
