The Whispers of Hope : The cost is Blood

Whispers of Hope : The cost is Blood



A home for the forgotten.



That’s what Everhope St Orphanage was for me—and for Jay and Milo, it was our world. A world stitched together with whispered promises under moonlit bedsheets, daring plans to sneak out through windows, and dreams of a family that might one day choose us. We had no one else but each other, and for a long time, that was enough.



But the thing about second chances... is that they always come with a price.



And everything changed when she arrived.



On 24th August 2025, something terrible—something unnatural—happened.



The entire orphanage was engulfed in flames. Fire crawled up the walls of Everhope, devouring wood, memory, and flesh. Screams echoed through the halls—panicked and broken, some already fading into silence.



Around me, small bodies lay twisted and still.

Eyes wide open.

Staring.

Staring at me.



And in the center of the burning hall, beneath the crumbling chandelier and fractured ceiling, Ophelia knelt in silence.



Blood flowed from her eyes like tears.

Her lips moved—whispering something.

Something not meant for the living.



Something had been awakened.

Something was no longer hiding.



And as everything collapsed around me, I understood:

The nightmare hadn’t begun with the fire.

This was only the end…

Of something much older, much darker.