Elvira Lamb was a peculiar sight. She wasn’t exactly the perfect beauty, but she had good features. She had plump lips, one’s that guys would dream about kissing if they could ever get up close. Her eyes were a dark green that were commonly mistaken for blue. Her lashes bared mascara, but not enough to be noticeable. Under her eyes were puffy and pink, like she was always crying. Her brows were th...

Elvira was never a oblivious person. In fact, many described her as attentive. So as her mind started to swirl with menacing thoughts, the type that many would carry to the grave, she knew that something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. She would never wish to hurt someone, even if people provoked her with their endless prattle, she had basic human emotion. At least, she thought she did....