Botolex

In a quaint, mist-cloaked village nestled amidst the rolling hills of England’s countryside, an ominous tale began to unfold. The village of Windermere, known for its peaceful charm, had become a place of whispered dread. One by one, the children began to vanish, leaving behind only echoes of laughter that once filled the cobbled streets. Yet, no trace of them could be found. Fear gripped the hearts of the villagers, but none dared speak of it.

And so, our tale begins with Rosé, a young woman with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and a mind twice as keen. Sent by the crown under mysterious circumstances, she arrived in Windermere not for leisure, but to unravel the enigma of the missing children.

Rose: The Missing Children

The wind swept o’er the village, carrying with it the ghostly whispers of the night’s horrors. The well now stood silent, a dark sentinel amidst the trembling townsfolk. The keeper’s absence left a void, yet it did not bring solace—only the promise of further strife. 


Rosé sat upon a low stool within the inn’s meager warmth, her trembling hands clasped around a cup of steaming tea. Her eyes, rimmed red from exhaustion, stared unseeingly into the dark liquid, as though seeking answers that would not reveal themselves. The flicker of the hearth’s fire danced upon her pallid features, its light casting shifting shadows upon her cheeks. 


Helene, her lone arm now bound with fresh bandages, leaned against the wall. Her gaze, as sharp as it was weary, rested upon Rosé. Though her lips were pressed tight in thought, her expression betrayed the storm that churned within. 


“Thy silence is deafening,” she finally murmured, her voice a low hum, the edge of frustration unmistakable. 


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: SHADOWS THAT LINGER