Tragedy of Bonelake
Mallory stood by the window, her fingertips lightly brushing against the cool, misted glass, eyes narrowing as she tried to make sense of the fog-cloaked world outside. The persistent rain blurred the horizon into a hazy grey, turning everything into a cold, wet canvas.
"I thought winter was close, but the weather here..." Mallory's voice was soft, almost swallowed by the unrelenting patter of raindrops against the windowpane.
Beside her, Hadeon gazed out into the opaque curtain of rain, his figure casting a shadow against the dim room. His lips curled in that familiar way, a half-smile of amusement, as if he found humour in the gloom.
"Welcome to Bonelake, darling," Hadeon drawled, his voice a low murmur that held a hint of mischief. "Where it rains pretty much all the time."