There was once a beautiful lady who lived deep within the forest with her loving family.
Though they lived far from the town, stories about them still found their way beyond the trees—whispers carried by travelers and merchants alike. Yet among all those tales, one name lingered longer than the rest.
The beautiful lady of the forest.
She possessed everything people dreamed of in a partner—gentle grace, quiet beauty, and a presence that seemed almost unreal.
In time, those whispers reached the palace walls.
Curiosity stirred within the young prince. But curiosity was not the only thing that stirred.
Desire followed closely behind.
And so, he summoned his men and ordered an expedition into the forest.
The journey was neither kind nor easy. The deeper they ventured, the darker the woods became, as though the forest itself wished to swallow them whole.
But at last, they found her.
Standing beneath the pale light that slipped through the trees.
And in that moment, every hardship of the journey was forgotten.
She was beautiful.
More beautiful than the stories had claimed.
Something dark ignited within the prince.
But he was not the kind of prince people prayed for.
He was the kind they would pray to be spared from.
With a cold command, he ordered his men to slaughter anyone who might stand in the way of his desire.
The young lady saw everything.
She saw her world crumble before her eyes.
She screamed.
She begged.
She fought.
But the forest did not answer her cries.
And neither did fate.
What followed shattered her completely—until she was nothing more than a broken doll discarded by cruel hands.
When they were finished, the prince ordered the scene to be cleaned.
No blood.
No bodies.
No witnesses.
Nothing that could tie the palace to the horror that took place within the forest.
The night swallowed it all.
And now…
Here I am.
A ghost wandering through the darkness.
Waiting.
Listening.
Watching your breath grow weaker.
Because the moment it fades…
It will belong to me.