The burned out hulk of what had once been Digital Anachronism Studios came in to view, looking like a grotesque skeleton amidst the backdrop of the cold London night. Lavannah looked up at it as they approached, gripping Rosa's hand tightly. They weren't even inside yet, but already Lavannah could hear the souls trapped inside, begging for their freedom. Someone to help them. Screaming and crying in frozen anguish. They hadn't known their fate because the tragedy that was the Vanity Faire video shoot had caught everyone by surprise. It was a horrible shock to the system to suddenly be dead. Some of the trapped souls didn't even understand that they were yet. But Lavannah was coming for them.
( This place is clear )
( This place is clear )