The Maid's Last Night

In the quiet hours of a somber night, two ancient shadows sought a forbidden

feast. The innocent maid, her thoughts adrift, prepared for slumber, oblivious to the

impending darkness. Silence, little bird. Your struggles only prolong the inevitable.

Submit to our hunger. Swiftly now, brother. We seek privacy

for our ritual, away from prying mortal eyes. The heavy latch clicked,

a final, chilling sound echoing the maid's lost hope and sealed fate.

Please, sirs, I beg you! Have mercy! I have done

nothing wrong! Prepare yourself, sweet child. Your essence shall fuel our eternal