[CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains highly disturbing content, including graphic depictions of violence and themes of cannibalism. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
The hallucinations grew more voracious with every passing day, whispering cruel commands that she could no longer defy. It—the voice in her mind—convinced her that survival was hidden within the decaying flesh of the corpse.
Bit by bit, the pale ivory of his bones began to breach the surface, unearthed by a hunger that had transformed from a primal need into a monstrous obsession.
The morning light was her only sanctuary, a fleeting mercy as pale sunbeams filtered through the dusty windows. But the night... the night was a realm of unadulterated horror. In the suffocating dark, Peter's phantom would materialize, his voice a jagged blade in the silence.
> "You devoured me," he would hiss, his hollow eyes fixed upon her. "Look at my bones, Olivia. You ate my flesh until nothing remained. You are a monster."
