~Narration~
As the two scared changelings rush through the boardinghouse, the lights cut out for a short moment as soon as they reach the kitchen in the back of the building. Shadows seem to sprout from the walls and windows as the scent of death catches you off guard. Another scream, from outside the house, pierces the night...and then it hits you.
A shrivelled changeling lays near the stove; her eyes open in a scene of perpetual fear, a small pool of blood surrounding her. Her skin is shrunken and gray. Everywhere you look, all you can see is red and brown coating the walls and the appliances. The back door isn't just gone...it's shredded.