[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
[Virelheim Mountain Village]
She was a bad person—she could admit that much. Not evil, not cruel perhaps, but far from good. The kind of person who looked upon tragedy and merely felt the wrong things.
When Gretel saw the corpses—limbs stiff, eyes frozen in horror—she did not cry. She did not scream. The wave that swallowed her was dread and guilt, not grief. No sadness came. Just that familiar emptiness.
She was used to this—the aftermath of violence. Used to death being the punctuation of human life. And though she had lived among the villagers, she had never truly known most of them. They were voices, faces and routines. Not names that lingered in her heart. Not until she had met Andrew, Meryl, and Arabella.
