"Elvira...?"
The name left Olivia's lips like a frozen gasp, hanging dead in the damp, freezing air of the vault.
Slowly, the shattered creature chained to the stone lifted her head. Beneath the matted, tangled strands of her ash-black hair, a pair of piercing yellow eyes locked onto Olivia. Though her body was broken beyond repair, the mere sight of her sister seemed to instantly ignite a twisted, malicious spark deep within her hollow chest.
Elvira's gaze raked over Olivia's appearance—the stark black mourning dress, the heavy dark veil, and the silver wedding ring catching the faint torchlight.
A sharp, hysterical laugh suddenly ripped from Elvira's throat, a wretched, heartbreaking sound that echoed violently against the stone walls. She stared at Olivia, her lips curling into a hideous, triumphant smirk.
"He is dead, isn't he?" Elvira rasped out, her teeth covered in grime. "Oh... that miserable son of a bitch is actually dead! Father did it... he truly did it!"
