In the beginning... there was only darkness.
A pitch-black room. Strange figures she had never seen before.
A cold metal table, slick with blood and a stench so foul it turned her stomach.
A blinding light overhead pierced her vision, forcing her eyes shut.
Her lips were cracked from dehydration. Her body frail, skeletal ... had long since been stripped of anything that once sustained it.
The people around her had no faces, not in her eyes. And their words… were barely comprehensible noise.
What had they done to her?
She didn't know. All she remembered… was the screaming ... and how much it hurt.
From the depths of the girl, black tendrils erupted, tearing through those strangers like paper ... ripping them apart, pulverizing them into a grotesque pulp of blood and flesh.
In that darkness, her only ally… was the shadow.
"Huh?"
The princess opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a massive gash carved into the wall in front of her.
