It all started on that horrible day.

Connie was supposed to be adopted. Sent to a new family, away from the only home she’s ever known. But that’s not what happened, not even close. You see, mother Isabella had always taught you the same thing; never go past the fence. The fence was a long barrier around the orphanage, always forbidding you from getting too close to the wall around the entire perimeter. But you had always been curious, and one night, you broke that rule. You didn’t know just how much it would affect you.

You see, you had saw it with your own eyes. Connie’s dead body in that truck, Connie being stored away and eaten by demons. You ran as soon as it was over, too scared to face the scene. You realized something vital that day, life at gracefield would never be the same.

================================== Mother’s eyes were always on you. During night, during day. Always watching, always calculating. Her gaze was burning, and you could never seem to hide from the truth; she wasn’t the same mother who raised you so carefully. No, this was a monster.

That day, she held you back to help with chores. You weren’t sure if she knew. How could she know it was you that day? That it was you who saw everything?

“Darling, is something wrong? You look distressed.”

Her calming voice snapped you out of your trance. But you knew better. This was all an act. An act to gain your trust.