In the night when moonlight is dim, the alley was full of shadows and scary, pointed things.
He wanted to hold her hand, but when he turned to reach for it, she happened to move aside, her white dress fluttering slightly.
Blushing, he pulls back his hand and smiles awkwardly at her.
‘We'd better hurry up, this alley is dangerous.’
‘But why?’ asked the girl, her voice as soft and sweet as sugar.
The boy knew he shouldn’t tell her, as time was of the essence, but his love for her made him indulge in her curiosity.
Lowering his voice, he answered. ‘There are ghosts that inhabit this alley. They lurk in the shadows where the moonlight cannot reach, and eat all passers-by.’
‘Really?’ she asked as she followed him. ‘Do you truly believe in this ghost story?’
The boy turned to her and, with a solemn look, only said, ‘I'm willing to fight off any ghosts that come our way.’
Hearing this valiant oath, the girl couldn't help but giggle sweetly, her face obscured by her open parasol.
‘Adora...why is your parasol open so late at night?’
The girl realized this, and replied,
‘Oh, I must have forgotten to fold it.’ Her voice crooned like a nightingale's. She folded her lace umbrella and let the moon shine upon her body and dress, giving off an eerie luminescence.
She's now but a pale skeleton in a girl's dress. She reached out to touch the boy's face with her bony hand.
‘You don't have to fight off any ghosts for little ol' me,’ said the pleasant voice emanating from the rattling skeleton's jaw.
‘Just close your eyes and be nice as I devour you where you stand!’
The city is still rife with stories of people being devoured by ghosts.
Adora's eyelids fluttered like a butterfly poised to take off.
The officers could only send more men to protect her, as suitors of all kinds approached her. Young men displayed their weapons and martial prowess before her, while wealthy businessmen offered her expensive gifts of rose bouquets and jewelry. Poets and other scholars penned long and beautiful poems in her name, day and night, waxing lyrical of her beauty and their affection for her.
‘Don't be afraid. Even without weapons or armor, I will protect you with my body.’
A timid smile appeared on her face.
‘I trust you.’
Adora didn't know how to refuse any of them, so they all believed themselves to be the closest to winning her heart.
She was like a beautiful, dew-covered gardenia in bloom, one that needed tender and constant care. Everyone was so enamored by her beauty; they chased her like chasing the only ray of moonlight in the dark.
Everyone has a girl of their dreams, she was that girl for them.
Slender and delicate, but unbendingly strong-willed even in the face of unknown terrors.
Once, when a young man was escorting her home, he disappeared in an alley and was never seen again.
All that was left of him to bury were his clothes, mysteriously left behind.
As she laid some lilies upon his tomb, she clasped her hands in prayer.
‘I will find the murderer,’ she silently promised him.
A frail flower like her, looking into the darkness for the culprit;it was a heart-wrenching sight for any to behold. The exorcists came to her, one by one, assuring her of her safety so long as they
were allowed to guard her.
A kind, young man brought her a stack of information; upon holding it up, a fragrant love letter addressed to Adora fell out of the stack.
Unfurrowing her brow, she smiled shyly.
Late at night, Adora picked up a pen and drew a gardenia on the map she was given, marking the largest house in the city: the famous Yoo's Mansion.
The young lady of Yoo’s Mansion was a well-known philanthropist. She ran a charitable institution to house orphans and the poor. Everyone praised her kindness, but no one knew what really happened to the large number of people living inside its walls.
Adora rotated her parasol in her hands as she sang a song on her way home, leaving the boy who brought her information in the shadow behind.
The fresh, living blood flowing through her veins was full of love, putting her in a pleasant mood she hadn't felt before.
She may just meet her soon...the real lord of this city
One is not living nor dead, one doesn't age nor die. A master of all the underworld creatures...
Miss Stitch, lady of Yoo's Mansion.
The full moon in the sky moves slowly, gradually changing the angle of the moonlight.
Her parasol could not completely shield her from the light, and half of her face was exposed to the moon. It revealed original, skeletal form just beneath her fresh, youthful skin.
Adora had suddenly decided to make friends with Lady Stitch.
She found a shabby ragdoll on the street and set herself to mending it.
Sewing the bones, injecting it with blood, and sealing its soul...
After the final stitch, the doll's mouth moved and began to sing a soundless tune.
Adora kissed the doll on its delicate cheek and carefully wrap it up.
I pray that this gift allows us to meet in a dream-like wonderland.
For this is the only way I know to end your being.
Adora was so happy and excited that the doll, apparently sensing it, began to wink playfully at her.